Do not struggle with anger, my trust bled child.
Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.
Dance to the music of bloodlust, fire, passion.
Avenge the angst of life’s attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without reserve.
Then, in sweet afterglow, in mild day’s reflection,
take in the view of battlelands subdued.
In this faded light, this settling Sun, aftermath of action,
take time and patience, eye of storm, tongue of meditation,
clear mind of wisdom to wish.
This is a time for reflection, for giving to oneself
the gift of true acceptance, of self-stoked light, on fire, on energy
— forget reaching to appease or give, give, give to show your value. Take!