Pain is the truth and painful is the way
Man may struggle forever
But can the curse of pain go away?
Protector of the body, they often say
But, is not pain, the furnace that burns the soul away
Unfathomable in severity, and variegate in form
Each painful one, scorching the mind in a different way
The writhing pain of birth, the gnawing pain of disease
The stabbing pain of injury; the choking pain of death rattle
How merciless is the heinous power of pain
In this ever-changing interwoven web of reality
Where life is a game of survival and preference
The truth of pain may be inevitable
Its flagitious sword may be invincible
But still; letting go of self pity, and letting go of the
self
The weed of suffering withers; and the blossom of serenity flourishes
As the truth of pain is here to stay!
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