Those who forgive for getting
Forget forgiving is for giving
Not for getting.

Forget getting!
Give forgiving.

For forgiving’s
For the giver
Not the getter.

The way out of the darkness is obvious:

First, admit you cannot see;
Second, listen so you may learn;
Third, speak so others may find you;
Fourth, reach out to find the world around you;
And fifth, feel what you feel.

Birds sing, clouds paint, trees weave, and rivers dance;
Waves sculpt and winds brush to buff mountains’ pose;
While we neglect the museum in our violence to argue the Curators’ intents.

Joinery is a balance of tensions:
Too much tension, and the construct collapses under the stress;
Too little tension, and the joints touch briefly then fall away.
In the beginning the hammering and the nailing helps, 
But in the long term the weight the bed carries
Provides the force that keeps it all in place.

“Why do you keep entering the ring?” they asked the aging boxer.

“Because outside the ring, the flowers that bloom are eaten by the deer that graze, and they are eaten by the wolves that hunt, and they are eaten from within by their fear of their young.

“Because outside the ring, in your cushioned offices and heated factories you are pummeled and ravaged by the fists of time until you are left bloodied and dead on the canvas of your life.

“Because outside the ring, the children who think they are not children play their dangerous games until one by one they are knocked to the ground by life.

“At least here I face the fist of fear with eyes open, gloriously aware of where I am, rather than get punched in the back of my head by the illusion that I am not in the ring.”