Cargo: Baggage Handling

Caught on rage,
Mind goes spinning,
But at least
I noticed it today.
For yesterday,
When some bad news
Tripped this bout of ire,
I overlooked the cues
And behaved foolishly.

This pm, I got high on concentration,
And then saw what that was for:
It covered over a bonfire so large
That when I peeked beneath the carpet,
I was pulled under and into the flames.

All the fires are lit again today,
They burn so hotly
They block out the sun.
No friendliness here,
But only aversion
To perceived threats.

Tension and hate:
No charity resides
In this precinct;
No kindness, no wisdom neither
Penetrates this inferno
Of loathing and disgust;
Common sense goes bust
In the face of this vengeful lust,
This vindictive pattern.

But this is where wisdom comes in:
I can see the pattern,
And that’s the beginning
Of it’s end.
If calmly, I can meet this blaze
I can defeat it, again and again,
Until it’s gone for good.