Enemies
I have had, by their own view,
But through the contemplation of my mind
I learn, and now I realise:
I don`t have them anymore, since I confounded them
Fault of the mind? It opened the door to the ego
And a safe house was built,
Within which my enemies were locked
Wisdom, then, took the key and opened it—
No more doors, windows or walls
Basement of evil was removed
Though I could not inform anyone
I was the sole witness
Should I send a message or meet them?
Necessarily not, perhaps if we were face-to-face...
Nothing to squabble over
Nothing to go to war for
I am without arms
Not even angry words —not anymore
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