What if I call pain’s bluff?

What if I look it in the eye and say

I am not afraid of you?


Do what you will.

You are only pain.

You cannot harm me, nor kill me.


For I am not this body with its

pinches, burns and aches;

the emotions with their

sadness, anxieties and rages;

the mind with its

frustrations, conundrums and confusions.


I am the momentum of the wave

conjured by a whale’s fin.


I am the resonance of the mourning dove’s coo.


I am the hangover from the lilac’s sweet intoxication.


I am nothing and everything,

untouchable, unstoppable.

I am Love.


Happy Thanksgiving, dear readers. I am grateful for you!

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