Triad

A three part piece.

Ignorance


It can’t all be wrong
Living my life’s entirety
Guided by anger and enmity
How could it all be wrong?

This temple I’ve built
Of playing cards and glass
Shutters with truths every pass
Toppling the temple I built.


Enema


Please mother,
Wash away the pieces.

Please mother,
Renew and restore me.

Please mother,
Create a new me.


Procurement


Wiped clean by,

Flowing understanding.

Knowledge abounding,

A new life.