(no subject)
All I can say is that you can get so conditioned to good news turning,
in your hand, serpentine,
to bad,
that you can lose touch with respite.
An exit is no longer an exit.
The labyrinth becomes the way one thinks, even when he’s clear of it.
The avoidance of this trap?
Realize the mutability of the moment.
Realize the impermanence of all things.
Learn equanimity in calm or storm.
Embark on these studies as early as possible.
To me, this late, the truth is a goad.
If I am an ox that the sage rides,
he’s needing spurs, quirt.
I am a thick hide.
in your hand, serpentine,
to bad,
that you can lose touch with respite.
An exit is no longer an exit.
The labyrinth becomes the way one thinks, even when he’s clear of it.
The avoidance of this trap?
Realize the mutability of the moment.
Realize the impermanence of all things.
Learn equanimity in calm or storm.
Embark on these studies as early as possible.
To me, this late, the truth is a goad.
If I am an ox that the sage rides,
he’s needing spurs, quirt.
I am a thick hide.