Evil is a blessing in disguise if you go into the turd and find the nutrients for growth. Without the evil’s compost, where would we find lessons to learn from? From a mistake, we’re polished, larger the error, more nutrients we must find. Not all find growth in fatality, but those who do, won’t deny that it would be preferable to be without evil, but without evil where would the ground find the turd necessary for growth? I once thought evil was too much, too difficult to handle, until I did an evil deed. Then, it all fell apart. I fell apart. How can I live with turd beside me? The smell was insufferable, I found ways to justify what I did. Evil now was a part of me, how could I deny what I had done? I tried for a while, but the smell. I washed myself, but to no avail. Evil is evil even when I say it is not. My psyche broke apart until I accepted it. I was imperfect, I found excuses to succumb to easy ways out. I wanted out, but once inside the gut of a drunken cellar, it is almost impossible to part away. I hadn’t seen light in several years. There were those who attempted to exorcize me, but honestly failed. No one can go into another’s turd, reach into what needs to be morphed and say, I can find you a way out. No one! Don’t double dip an error, find the nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, find the hidden potential and transform the valley of regret into a forest of patient discipline. There’s a burning desire inscribed into the deepest of your impulses. Observe the tide as it comes to get you, let it fade away, once faded, sit in stillness. The shore’s silence will clarify what is an emotion, what is a thought, what is an action, what is beyond all evil, wait until the sun rises. You’ll be blinded, nothingness will dissipate when your eyes adjust after having living with moonlight all of your life. What is that desire that blinds all other desires? What is that color that tints your vision of hope? What is that rhythm that you succumb to as you fall asleep? Hear the beating become louder and louder until there’s a union between yourself and that heart. The world’s heartbeat is yours too until we realize that, we’ll struggle to disarticulate evil form our joints. Since we aren’t there, since we’re still struggling, if you fall into turd, find the necessary nutrients, grow. I’m still observing the tide shy away, I’ll let it fade. I might never find stillness, nonetheless blind, I’ll be what longs for a blissful rest, I'll adjust every time I make a mistake. I’ll even stand the stench and grow.