{"id":7799,"date":"2016-11-20T21:45:30","date_gmt":"2016-11-21T02:45:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/?p=7799"},"modified":"2021-10-19T11:33:19","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T15:33:19","slug":"the-necessary-nutrients","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/the-necessary-nutrients\/","title":{"rendered":"The Necessary Nutrients"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Evil is a blessing in disguise\r\nif you go into the turd and \r\nfind the nutrients for growth. \r\n\r\nWithout the evil’s compost,\r\nwhere would we find lessons\r\nto learn from? From a mistake,\r\nwe’re polished, larger the error,\r\nmore nutrients we must find. \r\n\r\nNot all find growth in fatality, \r\nbut those who do, won’t deny \r\nthat it would be preferable to\r\nbe without evil, but without evil\r\nwhere would the ground find \r\nthe turd necessary for growth? \r\n\r\nI once thought evil was too\r\nmuch, too difficult to handle, \r\nuntil I did an evil deed. Then,\r\nit all fell apart. I fell apart. How\r\ncan I live with turd beside me? \r\n\r\nThe smell was insufferable, I \r\nfound ways to justify what I did.   \r\n\r\nEvil now was a part of me, how\r\ncould I deny what I had done?\r\nI tried for a while, but the smell. \r\nI washed myself, but to no avail. \r\n\r\nEvil is evil even when I say it is \r\nnot. My psyche broke apart until\r\nI accepted it. I was imperfect, I \r\nfound excuses to succumb to easy\r\nways out. I wanted out, but once\r\ninside the gut of a drunken cellar,\r\nit is almost impossible to part away. \r\n\r\nI hadn’t seen light in several years. \r\nThere were those who attempted \r\nto exorcize me, but honestly failed.  \r\n\r\nNo one can go into another’s turd,\r\nreach into what needs to be morphed\r\nand say, I can find you a way out. \r\n\r\nNo one! Don’t double dip an error,\r\nfind the nitrogen, phosphorus and \r\npotassium, find the hidden potential\r\nand transform the valley of regret \r\ninto a forest of patient discipline. \r\n\r\nThere’s a burning desire inscribed \r\ninto the deepest of your impulses. \r\n\r\nObserve the tide as it comes to get\r\nyou, let it fade away, once faded, \r\nsit in stillness. The shore’s silence \r\nwill clarify what is an emotion, what\r\nis a thought, what is an action, what\r\nis beyond all evil, wait until the sun\r\nrises. You’ll be blinded, nothingness\r\nwill dissipate when your eyes adjust \r\nafter having living with moonlight \r\nall of your life. What is that desire \r\nthat blinds all other desires? What\r\nis that color that tints your vision \r\nof hope? What is that rhythm that\r\nyou succumb to as you fall asleep?\r\n\r\nHear the beating become louder \r\nand louder until there’s a union \r\nbetween yourself and that heart. \r\n\r\nThe world’s heartbeat is yours too\r\nuntil we realize that, we’ll struggle\r\nto disarticulate evil form our joints. \r\n\r\nSince we aren’t there, since we’re \r\nstill struggling, if you fall into turd,\r\nfind the necessary nutrients, grow. \r\n\r\nI’m still observing the tide shy away,\r\nI’ll let it fade. I might never find \r\nstillness, nonetheless blind, I’ll be \r\nwhat longs for a blissful rest, I'll\r\nadjust every time I make a mistake.    \r\nI’ll even stand the stench and grow. \r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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