Confession clears the senses and the scene
for better knowing what is good and bad.
Discretion guards the mountain and ravine
where always wait the mockers and the mad.

Aggression cuts through chosen way of peace
for constant positives will miss a beat.
Oppression stings the heart that seeks release
from all the terrors life is forced to meet.

Obsession clings to what it fears to lose
for nothing seems the thing what would replace.
Direction shouts or whispers not new news
that letting go lets truth appear apace.

Would any choose from fancy be set free
and lose the hope of what might come to be?

- Robert Stone, 17 February 2013