I have become afraid
Of the one thing that will heal me:
The lifesaving stillness
At the center of the mind.
I try to find ways
To avoid dropping in
To the pool of forgiveness
Ringing deep in the dark heart.
Like the wounded animal
Hates the sting of the balm,
I hate my own wisdom,
And I cannot see why.
Grant me the courage
To do the easy thing.
Give me the strength
To abandon all striving.
Only there,
At the bottom of everything,
Is the peace I need
To be human again.
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