many times, when my pride is hurt
the ego turns defensive and absurd,
a silent anger
a simmering resentment
fuming, fuming, fuming deep in me
many times, when my attachment is threatneded,
the 'I' feels the pang of loss
a silent confusing
a growing misery
clinging, clinging and clinging on to me
i have still a long, long way to go
yet shory.
if i just let go
yes ,simply letting go.
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