Prosaic poetry
is so insufficient
to capture life.
I am not Gautam Buddha. There are myriad shades of life. Joy buoys me, while pain drains me out. Pain scalds, and leaves its scars on the psyche. Happiness is used as an anaesthetic, a painkiller, a sedative or tranquilizer to ease the condition.
Intensity hits
happy and sad mindsets
enveloped in pain.
Haibun – Poem Envelope inspired by Colleen Chesebro at
Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry #Challenge #36
Image : pursuit-of-happiness.org
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As a Buddhist, your words were especially poignant to me. I like to think we have pain and sadness to make us appreciate the good. Well done my friend. Your emotions are raw in this piece. ❤
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Thank you so much!
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