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 do
Of bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.
Look in a clear mountain mirror
See the beautiful ancient warrior
And the divine elements
You always carry inside
That infused this universe with sacred life
So long ago
—
Kening’s notes
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.