That Thorn

An abuse hurled at you

Or an act or anything meant to pain

Enters and tries hard to lodge itself

In the mind, heart

Or some chakra somewhere inside.

That’s its business.

To trap an unwary soul in a prison without bars.

Sometimes, an awareness grows

And the formless thorn

Stopped from lodging itself.

And, sometimes, the awareness

Picks out those little things,

Tweezerlike...

A thorn that is removed brings no joy

Of its own

But the joy of lack of pain

Is a womb

Where a soul is readied for birth

Into a brighter world!

- rajyogi

https://rajyogi.wixsite.com/lifecoach