Recovery

I once read that only those who can explain something with few words truly understand any given concept.  The more words used, the less we understand.  It’s why many spiritual teachers turn to objects such as a solitary rose as a muted form of teaching.  Once we can understand the message absent language, we come to realize that language is the roadblock between us and our own recovery.

I found this poem today while going through my poetry file.  It isn’t a solitary rose, but there aren’t many words.

Much Love,

Phoenix!

 

There was a time I relied on you, Drug

Dove for your arms to cradle me in

 

That was the time you were comforting

Safe and secure where fear stayed out

 

Then was the time the light dawned

Truth cracked through introduced laws of motion

 

Do was the time till you’d be gone

Pain was the wall ‘cause my heart had doubt

 

Trust was the thing I was told it would take

Love is the prize if we don’t give in.

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