Sorrow and Frustration

Sorrow and Frustration

Summon tears everyday - for oneself it is pity - for others compassion

This life is a view from a Spider’s Web - waiting for Mistress Death’s return

The custom of grasping     The grasping of custom    A circle of knots

Ah to let go and wander body-less through this maze - Illusion

Logistics block the way like threshold guardians

Hope and excitement piper the Fool along

Longing keeps him steady and determined

Ecstatic Mind his lucrative goal

Once again in the Prickly Bush  - Same Olde Song and Dance - So Sad

Emotional pricks pierce the mind of anger

Harsh words fall like toxic rain

Time again to start over

Each little lesson an eternity

The demons depression and pity lurk and circle like ravens eyeing carrion

Wounds fester into who knows what

Too long since we’ve looked into the Mirror

Be not afraid of thine own face - there is bound to be a hero somewhere therein

Doom is our destiny   Let us embrace Her

Mood is the changing Tide   We can only Edit our Mind

A Diet of relaxed attention. Perhaps then we could do OM

An attacker at every turn   How can I unite sleepiness and vigilance?

How can I reach beyond the Weather’s grip?

Even knowing methods and techniques there is the inertia that separates

Ideality and Reality seem unacquainted

The king and the peasant are One

The bashful feign strength in their smug quietude

The bold fools few scuff up their faces

Ruffled feathers settle down

What was once dire and immediate is now a casual shrug

Poison and Wisdom intermingle

Each moment an opportunity?

Or each moment an opportunity lost?

I fall. Face in the Mud. A groveling disgruntled child

Lured again into the same trap

Pulling an endless habit trail alongside me

Sometimes we forget to remember

Other times we remember to forget

What to keep and what to lose and When

Like flower and fruit in Seed

In Thought there is Word and Deed

The Sages say there is the possibility of Escape from this Madness

I Wonder. Shame fades again to a Shrug and Getting on with Life.

The Fool Moon rises as the Wanderer falls into the Abyss