its not the pain the incision of life the cut that opens the heart to truth the maybes that could hold the way or some other paradigm taught and told a made up desire reliant on hope if only pandora had hidden the key and the carpenter was a builder of ships instead of a story lost in time the pinch of pain from arrow to heart what sends it causes the greater dearth a wantoness to be without dukka or need and yet it remains and therefore i am
i suffer therefore i am
Posted - Jan 15 2021 : 6:44:01 PM
