A morning bird call broke my rhythm.
Destroy a wall, why don’t you
Power through patterns,
Holding you back;
Anger is a useless form of being.
I like to move it, move it,
We can be better, we
Can always be better, save
Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his clothes being burned?
You have been trapped by what you said,
Ensnared by the yours of your mouth.
Revenge and shame,
Are not cool rivers,
Are not brooks,
Are not life.
That comes with forgiveness.
A habit is not what a Nun wears.
*Photo – Peder*