never never
do I find the right
without going through
the all so many wrongs
never never
do I seem simply to know
how to first pick
what I will later pick last
never never
can I oh please avoid
the wretched crooked painful path
that leads only eventually to
it is
it is it seems it must
not just two
but one thousand wrongs
makes finally the right
to look forward
to look forward to
can it be any other
when time flows
but according to its own
to know to look forward
when I cannot tear my eyes
from looking back
in hopes to look
forward
of a different past
time flows
but according to its own
while I can hardly stop
trying to wrench times time to my own
to look forward
to look back
to spin around and round
why can I not
just look
How could that moment
of vast and limitless sublime
not wake you from yourself
from these your self chosen chains
how could you not
learn, change, become
these chains
your chains
that you could so easily lose
that are begging you now
to be lost
why not
walk away
why from your lesser self
can you not just
walk away
to go through
will be
will always be
for some things
to be pained by
and terrified from
to go through
some things
will be
to be not able to
escape these pains
where is to be found
also
where is to be found
also
of this pain
to go through and
to learn by
i am in pain
because of before
because it is not yet
time
the most precious gift
there is no mistake
that can not be what was come from
that will not become next
there is no moment
that is not but blank
that is not both mistake
and moment of entry into the next
they are but moments
painful as they sometimes are
wherein is understanding
wherein is forgiveness
to forgive myself
the moment now
waits its determination later
by the discovery later
be it action or insight
we are what we are trying to be
it is
in the next moment
and the next
and the next
i am in pain
because of before
because of what is not yet
but even just awareness of this
could recogogize this moving towards
what is paid along the way
what is hurt along the way
is truly
worth the cost
nothing
is not built from ashes
it can be made
better
the world
can not it
it can be made
better
this life
can it not
for these
things
of which I see
these things
of which I know
that give me hope
that drive me on
it can be made
better
the world
this life
can not it
for I cannot stop
though might there be
what cannot
it is quiet here
and it is safe
this is the place
I want to be
this is the place
I need to be
in here I can be me
in here
I am safe
and it is here
it is the most me
It is possible to be
but where is this place
where it is quiet here
where is this place
that it is safe
there I will go
there I must be
but where is this place
where it is quiet here
where is this place
that it is safe
this is the place I will go
where is this place
that I must be
to hear words
which cannot be spoken
and see the image
that can’t be formed
to dream what might
yet stays in sleep
to know these things
beyond my self
that are yet all
within me still
to rise from quiet
what yet still fears
to have remain
what cannot stay
to be what known
in this
that is not
it is in here
these words are said
there is a focusing on the pain
and in it
there is no discovery
there is a focusing
on discovery
and in it
the pain might be belittled
neither is the one
if either is doubted
both are true
both tell the story
if the whole story be told
if the whole story be told
must not there be respect
in equal measure
for both
I just got better
at something I long ago
wanted no more to be
a problem
I don’t want
to be getting better
at the things
I don’t want to still need
to be getting better at
but the work
is the work
that is
though I do long
to be working from
some higher level where
I’d hope to someday be
the work
is not just
the work itself
but acceptance
of what is the work
I need to do
and the progress is not
from where I hope to be
but from where
I am coming from
it is progress not
from where I would be
it is progress
from where I am
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