The wolf’s pride

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There is no self, like no-self

the wolf spoke to a room, filled with sheep

the self is an illusion 

you do not exist

it’s a logical conclusion 

but easily missed

If I would eat you alive

no harm would be done

you would not be lost

i would not have won

his eyes lurked around 

seeking praise and applause

But most sheep just gazed

just a few where in awe

then one sheep, a dervish

brought her hand to her heart

as she walked to the wolf

his world shattered apart

she saw through him, she held him

forgave his pride and his shame

he just melted, dissolved,

“we are all One, we are the same”

he fell on his knees

he wept and he laughed

forgive me, my friends

for being so daft

my images of truth where a magnificent lie

only love brings it live

grace kissed me today

and on that sweet kiss,

I died