The threat of swords summons fear
and a dead bird darkens
the clear stars of choice.
Numbers reveal blindness
to the heart’s armor.
Flowing is blocked from the inside,
the river is damned,
games are played like fish,
love’s simplicity is torn and tangled
and ghosts veil the light.
Yielding affects the desired transmutation.
Quiet loving acceptance is the way.
Understanding follows peace.