I sit to write and nothing comes.
A nothing that I can say nothing about and leave it happily.
It leaves me so happy I have nothing to write about.
The hurt elephant treads sluggishly and gets left behind,
A piggie vies for teet-position but is outmuscled at every turn,
After a good thrashing about, the small coi gets its meal taken from its lips,
A wallop, a shriek, a tear, a sulk.
The elephant enjoys peaceful solitude,
Tended less means increased patience and self-reliance,
Bruised muscles and pride make one tough yet actively passive,
|Heart of Cosmos||
heart of cosmos