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Showing Up for the Blaze

When we ponder

About a dear one in anger,

And contemplate their banter,

Seeds of suffering may seep into our bodies,

And tempt an insidious dispassion.

As we fathom concealed sensations,

And transform them into our conscious toddy,

May we witness the rage as mistaken identity,

And uncover their unfavourable environment,

Mirroring their undeniable melancholy.

As our armament,

May we then have the courage

To find compassion oozing through our bones,

And proffer help as our ally.

A. Johnson

Volcano Errupting

Inspired by:

Anger by the Flames


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