This is another poem, which I thought of this morning:


Vapor rising, dissolving in air.
Air, now a mixture of divers substances.

Anger rising, dissolving in love.
Love, now a mixture of divers emotions.

Thoughts arising, dissolving in mind.
Mind, now a mixture of divers cognitions.

Vapor, anger, thoughts; all separate after a while.
All returning to its original state.

© 2012 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)

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