_Tranquility 
calmness swept the morning sky
the storm faded, wind speeds diminished, relief! settling
in, 
Inside the clarity, the eternalness of
nibbana; it has no arising, it has no vanishing;
without arising, without disappearance;
truth ultimately never arises, does not
fade,
is ever present, 
things that arise and vanish, are falsities,
what good is that?
When a thing is held,
within that hold, a hurt could arise; tarnished
by pain; love is like this, Worldly love and its coppery 
incriminations, a reminiscence
of tarnished
gold
_
Shantha Hulme
#coppery
 
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