‘Tis a paradox life
One picks up a blade
without yet first conquering oneself
One judges
preceding the revision of oneself
One awaits heaven on earth
without attempting to create serendipity for oneself
One expects love
yet can’t foster the courage
to give it to oneself
The very sword that divides
the world
is the same sword that divides oneself
Earth hath no existence
save the reflection one gives
No isolation to be made of
Heaven, Earth, and Hell
since they coexist within
oneself
One may not be able to change the world
but
can’t one change their own?
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
‘Tis a paradox life
One picks up a blade
without yet first conquering oneself
One judges
preceding the revision of oneself
One awaits heaven on earth
without attempting to create serendipity for oneself
One expects love
yet can’t foster the courage
to give it to oneself
The very sword that divides
the world
is the same sword that divides oneself
Earth hath no existence
save the reflection one gives
No isolation to be made of
Heaven, Earth, and Hell
since they coexist within
oneself
One may not be able to change the world
but
can’t one change their own?
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