Does the rose get mad at the thorn?
~ Rumi
the very thing we see as interfering
with our joyful life, one spent without
a flutter of disturbance---is the very thing
spirit is urging us to look at:
to know a thorn just draws blood,
to paint it's own design of letting
all chips fall lightly; to know
darkness, in the palm
of one's hand, holding council
treading the water of neither
rising nor sinking, but pedaling
ever so slightly forward;
light shines phosphorescent,
from beneath the surface-
murky blues and neon greens
moon dips down, skidding
upon the thin skinned surface
of sea's acquiescence
Kate Lamberg
9/21/11
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