Inflammation
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My fingers flame,
My shoulder sears,
This limb hangs in limbo.
Since it offends me
I consider amputation,
To let it fully fall into the flame,
So that I might be free.
Ah, but if I could trade:
To live forever with my arm ablaze
But to have the burning in my heart extinguished!
I would gladly take the pain of nerve and muscle
Rather than the irrational inflammation of desire.
How is it that thoughts unbidden come to mind?
How do undesired desires arise in the heart?
How can we want that which we do not want?
Desire is the cause of suffering,
But also the hope of future.
(Life is suffering.)
We hope for that which we desire;
Hope impels us to create the future.
The gift of fire forges, purifies,
Yet also burns.
Helpless
I'd hoped I'd be spared this
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