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Only the fruitful tree, a poet wrote,
Is stoned or shaken its nourishment for
Be not dismayed if barren spirits gloat,
If lesser entities your gifts abhor
Who have not paid, themselves, the awesome price
Sayers of sooth endure we hereamong,
Using their truths as but sordid device
A limping self esteem to help along
Using lies for this purpose also, so
All difference between the two is blurred
That they another crippled step may go
No matter what the karmic price incurred
Serenely go, dear soul — serenely come —
The world of truth to, and of falsehood from
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.go
