Universal Secrets
i as a wounded animal crept toward
the season's brilliant winter sun
and reminded by Soul of all the
beautiful moments ...
And what was good hurt
and what was bad felt good
and then i knew all my own-self
what life means to me:
swords branded in fire
are stronger
Minds too, in mire.
And so, the worlds turn
and the Universe smiles
knowing it's own
Secrets!
:: 12-30-2016 ::
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