The water that fills the marsh
equates to the sun's angle relative
to the tilt of the earth's axis
and the thickness of my blood in fall.
The anger that fills my blood
equates to the perceptions
resulting from the pain inflicted
now buried in folds of love.
The yogi meditates and
sees all things as vibration,
components that match, this and that,
random yes, but it all adds up.
Forgiveness is an equation
on a divine blackboard chalked
with how this and that equals nil.
So get over it now, will ya!