Happiness Without The Hangover
Start here
Begin it
Commence
But, go nowhere
Not one step forward
Not to the side
Not a retreat
To the Past
To nowhere
Stop wanting
Hate needing
Notice now
But, go nowhere
Patience practice
Evolutions take time
But, go nowhere
Be The Body
Tender
Sad
Bleeding heart
Hope, but, go nowhere
Turning inward
Blood from stone
Rejoice the ordinary path
That goes nowhere
And in that quiet
In that…
Space
Is happiness
But, do not follow
It goes nowhere

example of skill mixed with creativity and a dash of passion.
sometimes the use of religious perspective comes off as too forced. i think this poem is walking a fine line between being a subtle message and a huge slap in the face. but noticed as i read a few others you have written that you are more cunning in your delivery than i gave you credit for at first. if you know little to nothing about buddhism than you may not even see it. but i do! so on second chances i have to say bravo for your edge and ability to mold blood from stone..
meditation and resting in the space