A quiet intensity hides behind fiery eyes.
Eyes that shock in their open stillness.
Sight that lights up spaces when laughing.
Reserved sorrow courses deep within.
Princes are rebuffed when trying to move you.
You decide on how you are moved.
Past unpleasantness poisons your freedom.
The dirt from before should be used as a foundation for growth.
Manure helps the flower grow.
The lotus is untouched by the dirt of it's surrounds.
Space and time can heal much harm.
Beyond these things is beyond harm.
Slight smiles of bent lips when you can walk to the harmer of you and admit:
They are not a person.
They are not a memory.
They are a delusion.
You can no longer see them.
You see straight through them.
You see their pain, sorrow, anger and arrogance.
And you feel sorry for them.
Swimming in an ocean of confusion and delusion.
You see them for what they are and you say:
You are not useful.
Not here.
Not now.
Go bother another.
Leave my sight lest I end up destroying you wherever you stand.
Wherever you run.
Wherever you hide.
You can run.
You can hide.
Unless you change you will be confusion and delusion.
Leopards cannot change it's spots.
You can't polish a turd.
You will never change without opportunity.
I can change as I wish, when I wish.
Nothing as tiny as you can stop me.
I can go further without you.
Without carrying your ideas of good or ill.
The tempter ends up poisoning all.
In seeing this refuse to take poison.
Go forward until you learn to grow from the sullen sod of your past.
Grow.
Don't let the insects that walk over you change that.
See them for what they are:
Insects.
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