In this human life sometimes
the stains of our rejected instinctual life
bleed through
bringing to light
some blood within the rose
heaven only knows the depths of suffering
that lead to peace
and who knows how long we will need
to keep fighting
or holding on
until we find release
from all of these things
that broke our will
there is a bitterness that sours the mouth
as all the words for feelings
we lost the way to
seek their freedom, voice and healing
and who knows for how long
the soul will have to bleed
before it is finally sheds
the stain
or how long
the blood within the rose
must seep
upon our soul
before we surrender
to the realisation of awakening
the gift of embodied life
and soul peace