While you sleep in angelic repose,
Yesterday's bloodless stileto digs deep
In the merry-go-round of my mind
As I lie saddened and sleepless
Under the shadows of the night.
Broken bones of sticks and stones
Hurt less than words
That wound an unsettled mind.
Zen masters welcome
A state of injured innocence
Revealing the hard nut of self.
An electric eye to the door of nirvana.