Sometimes
in the Great Perfection
we have to play out
the role
of the heretic
the enemy
the pursuer
the chaser
the victim
the perpetrator.
It’s all a fantastic
karmic game
that
is brutal
and beautiful
in both its messiness
and its
perfection.
Pristine
an expression of light
an expression of love.
Love is hatred.
Love is love.
Love is ignorance.
Love is compassion.
Love is abuse.
Love is life.
Love is death.
Love is the basic impetus
for anything in the universe
to ever want to exist.
It’s all part of the fantastic
colorful
bejeweled
display
of radiance
both sordid, stained
and sublime
simultaneously.
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Dawn Boiani 