The deep shall
Always go deeper
All the way down
Without a trace...
Spirit attempts to wax brighter
In a symphony of perpetual grace
Love does not extinguish it's own flame
That's the ego playing it's foolish games
A Poet don't complain
Nor bear a bitter heart
The gift of acceptance
Is discovered in our art
So take some deep breaths
And think about thinking
Get beyond the past
And you will quit sinking!
Traveler