Conscience
By WaryDreamer
I believe there’s an Indian story, Or at least that’s what I’ve heard That aptly describes our conscience Down to the very last word. It seems when we’re born upon this earth There’s this triangle in our heart It has these three sharp corners And it’s found in the sensitive part. It says whenever we do something wrong, This object begins to turn. The corners hurt as they try to move And that’s basically how we learn. As long as we try to do what’s right, The object lies very still, But just the moment we do something wrong, It begins to move at will. So if we continue with our bad deeds, And the object continues to spin, The corners begin to lose their edge And so does the heart they’re in. Thus, the object becomes a circle As it rotates uncontrolled, It doesn’t hurt when it turns any more And our deeds grow more daring and bold. So, think of the wrongs you’ve done, my friend, And if they don’t hurt any more, Perhaps your corners are wearing smooth And that’s why your heart’s not sore. When someone hurts you deep inside, And you don’t know what to say… You ask, “What’s happened to his heart?” …...It’s simply worn away. m 11/17/01 Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 01:26 AM PST 0 • 9
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