Bitter Tastes

With clasped hands
we practice giving way,
not giving up

Even in a space
of practice,
bitter tastes
can grow

This discomfort
Is the payment
to becoming aware
to the challenge
that doesn’t have an answer
To becoming emotional
waveriders to our radical mending

Be aware
Anger defiles
Like boiling water
Spilling over
Burning the pot
Of our hearts
And love

We cannot
boilover
and reach
the long horizon
of discovery

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Culture
And theory
cannot fight each other
if we mend
and resist fixing
We need
a critical mass
of mutuality
of passion
But not boiling
over

Who holds
the line of commitment?
To our original self
To our aloha

Ceremony
Holds the aloha

We need to practice
equanimity and
radical peace
as we go