contemplativeTradition Tossed
Where chains of rules are applied
to the limbs of the enslaved
suffering becomes a normative
thought to be superlative
desired above all other joys
the best is based on woe
darkness affirmed as light
the gloom becomes delight
this illusion cast by saints
look to the imps that relate
their glee is proof enough
that few dare call the bluff
rattle the manacles to proclaim
none should live as a slave
bound to rules not their own
tradition tossed of as a yoke.
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