Fear drives me out of my dream
Like did the black panther
I saw in the tall grass this morning.
Now the dream is forgotten.
Only fear lingers as a spent condom
That still has loss inside.
-- I place my trust in Unity.
I have faith in the still point of the balance.
There are bounds to the bounce of extremes.
Birth and death are limits
To suffering and bliss in between.
Who knows how far suffering lingers
In the arcades of death?
The spirit has no limits;
Soon forgetfulness changes the game!
(Please understand that the Swastika here is the ancient symbol for spiritual energy. When turned 45 degrees it becomes a symbol of the thwarted spirit manipulation of the Nazis)
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