Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Your anger is a veil

Like Spiderman shoots a web at the world,

So you spit and seethe your Fury

But this web keeps you from seeing, changing, moving, growing

It binds you tight.

Who knows if your victim has been damaged, or hurt

Or made stronger?

Have you evoked fear

Or Love?

Only one thing is certain.

Like a cocoon wound too tightly,

Or the spider's sticky shroud

Anger will kill you, first.

Unless ...

Unless you emerge from your chrysalis


and beat your sudden wings

damp with your second--& most significant--birth

into Newness, the vast & tremulous Unknown

Now ...

you are

full of tenderness,

full of rhythm

In ecstatic flight

through the Infinite night.


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