choose haiku

hatred is a seed
it sits, perched, in your soul roots
it can break open

when it does, the small
tentacles stretch, they uncurl,
latch on like a parasite

they weave, curving like
lines on a map
take complete control

your soul is hatred,
you act not of your own will,
but of that of hate

love is a seed, much
the same, to the eye, as the
seed of hate. it, too

may be broken, if
you allow. it perches near
its small neighbor, hate

when it is opened,
its soft, gentle, feathery
fingers spread, warm

the cold, empty holes
in your cold, lonely soul. it
brings light to darkness

your soul will be love
love will be your path, transform
your being. choose love.


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