Bout of doubt,
Day two,
Feelings:
Angry and Blue.
But in Tara
I still believe:
She’s the light
That helps relieve
These dark feelings,
Of distrust
And grief,
Of neediness and craving,
She keeps the faith
While I wobble,
Stumble and fumble
Around Samsara,
Because her realm
Is Nirvana,
The place where
Certainty and hesitation meet.
Patiently she sits
Awaiting my return
To my senses,
And my path—if there is one.
It’s been said,
“We are here to learn.”
What shall I discover
If I continue looking?
I’m afraid to find out;
So, I turn away
When I should turn towards.
Where does acceptance go
When it goes?
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