Barbed Strands
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1 min readJan 20, 2017
Intertwining vines restrict
Motion through dark
Wooded confines:
The passage of wisdom
Cuts across barbed
Strands of truths
Taking hold against
A fragile mass
Slashing one branch
To make progress
As the tight strangle
Grows back; more robust,
More dense, obscuring
A gorgeous view
Of reality. Unmistakable,
If only liberated
To deeper bondage:
Abandon becomes
Myself to plant
Crafted seeds in
Your relinquished soil
Of infinite imagination.
