Page 89 - Litterateur March 2021
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No grief, No madness
See yourself with real eyes,
there is no need for useless
mythology.
The winter has come, the plants have
died.
In spring they will take root and begin
to show promise. Just like you,
nothing magical –
You swell in times of joy
and deflate in times of sorrow,
stitching the inflatable boat.
This is your seat, accept it.
The struggle is the dream,
a hot order of suffering, unnecessary.
Stand up, kiss the Buddha and sit
down.