Still Thoughts

Human ugliness
Is an insult to Humans
Why insult ourselves?

I think it should be
that we all feel the tension
between Good and Evil

Imagine how
in touch we would
all feel

Still like mud, and blown
Like sand betwixt the fingers
It’s easy as that.

Two worlds, separate
Together, harmony
At once same, divided

I wonder at dogs
Loyal, loving, and content
Watching the squirrels

Scream with your whole self.
Commit, fully, and fear not.
Life will be ok.

Onboard, embattled.
Waters rage, floodgates ajar,
until the storm stops.

Rivers flow into
the ocean; this does not mean
the ocean fills up

Warrior monks fight
the peaceful fight quietly
At rest and at war