( Cut for foul language... this is why I usually curse in BSG-ese - it lets me save the genuine swearing for when I really need it )

Tags: anger, intolerance, spam
Current Mood: angry

Of course, what I forget
As I crush the life from the tiny shoot
Is that while it may be fragile enough
To die beneath my angry boot
It is not all there is -

I forget the root

The taproot is old and strong
Going down and down and down forever
It's survived far worse in its time
Than my temper tantrums
And there will be other shoots

The root contains within the certainty
That none of this is real
That time is an illusion
That pain will only hurt if I let it
That everything that is, was and will be
Is contained within a single endless moment

And I am humbled
By its beauty and immensity
As I allow the tears of awe
To sting my eyes once again

Tags: anger, appreciation, balance, poems
Current Mood: grateful