Run what leaves
Your mind through your heart
Before it exits your mouth.
There is a source.
It can be corrupted.
The source is all goodness.
It is corrupted by fear and misplaced passion.
People who do terrible things
Are corrupting this goodness.
Yet they seek the goodness
Of the source at the same time.
It is a corruption of love.
Every moment is sacred.
There is deep peace in each instance.
Fear prevents you from experiencing it.
The chrysalis opens halfway.
Sticky adhesions reveal wings,
As the butterfly struggles.
(Written on the day of the Sandy Hook shootings.)
(Written on the day of the Sandy Hook shootings.)
(*From Wallace Stevens' "Sunday Morning")
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