Sunday 30 September 2012

PAIN


Pain is the truth and painful is the way



Man may struggle forever



But can the curse of pain go away?



Protector of the body, they often say



But, is not pain, the furnace that burns the soul away



Unfathomable in severity, and variegate in form



Each painful one, scorching the mind in a different way



The writhing pain of birth, the gnawing pain of disease
 


The stabbing pain of injury; the choking pain of death rattle



How merciless is the heinous power of pain



In this ever-changing interwoven web of reality



Where life is a game of survival and preference



The truth of pain may be inevitable



Its flagitious sword may be invincible



But still; letting go of self pity, and letting go of the self



The weed of suffering withers; and the blossom of serenity flourishes



As the truth of pain is here to stay!







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