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