oh the anger rises daily
at times unwanted or asked for...
and no more than enduring
the clumsy mistakes or the deliberate evils
of others or the self...it hardly matters...
when one has achieved even rudimentary
awareness of our Oneness
what good the vicious psychosis of hurt ego
that hurts itself most in hurting others
or the righteous anger of the pointing finger
preaching obvious truths as its weapon
of ego in service to a false idea of holiness?
it's pointless to rage against the world
and become one of its evils in the process...
all agony of love twisted in a rage of compassion
and compassion scorned
all Oneness a yet unrealized sum
in these dank terrors of unconsciousness
so frustrating as it may be
the angers rise daily...subdued then by the joys
as we stumble on to what we shall be
entangled in everything that was...
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