PARADOX:  Something completely self-contradictory, but reveals deeper meaning.



Harmony: A balance of wings



Once upon

a stage

of life . . .

I . . .

the hellion angel


with personal strife


to temptations

of ignorance

of selfish



of due pains

of loathing treason

of restless


and feelings


of hypnotized oblivion

of unforgiving

steeped deeply

in bleak

unbelieving deceiving

Play you will

the ‘game’

as minion

of sink or swim

against me

of smite

and grim . . .

callous uncaring

be my


of torment

I show

no mercy

in hate

of human-sided

fate . . .

I am you see . . .

but a troll

of immortal soul ©


And ‘God’ said,
 “love thy enemy”.  She obeyed.  She began to love her’self’; a divine within whispering idioms of lecture from the conundrum. 

The Universe is chaos and beauty intertwined; an inseparable constancy of motion.  Why would we think ourselves any different?  A woman is her ‘self’ a creator of personal heavens and hells. She will be a feathered angel, she will be a hellion of thorns, all according to her own will—an equal measure of wisdom and pleasure. 


‘SELF’-AWARENESS:  forgiving peace of mind. 🕊



‘Self’-Love, is a battlefield.




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