No conflict
Could be resolved
Either by winning
Or capitulation
I began to understand
The true nature of conflict
The interplay
Of force
And resistance
The interplay
Of force
And resistance
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine
Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley
But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too