At the end of grasping, lies more grasping. At the end of that, lies fear, self-loathing and anger.
At the end of fear, self-loathing and anger is peace.
…and love.
At the end of grasping, lies more grasping. At the end of that, lies fear, self-loathing and anger.
At the end of fear, self-loathing and anger is peace.
…and love.
astounding. i also received your morning haiku, which was delectable, but i no longer see it here. btw, i moved my poetry from enacra to word press, thekiline. thank you so much for staying in touch. it’s great to read you again!
Thank you so much.
Morning Haiku just moved further back in the timeline. I backdated it to the time I actually wrote it: http://carlbwatson.com/2014/07/morning-haiku/