You don’t have to act crazy anymore—We all know you were good at that,Now retire, my dear,From all that hard work you doOf bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.
Look in a clear mountain mirrorSee the beautiful ancient warriorAnd the divine elements You always carry inside
That infused this universe with sacred lifeSo long ago
This is a poem about giving yourself the permission to lay down weapons you use against yourself, and against others. I love reading this poem when I need a reminder to stop torturing myself.