I broke it, I think, but how could it be splinted?
It hurt like hell—when I went to bed,
the waves of pain ran up and down my leg.
It hurt like hell—when I went to bed,
the waves of pain ran up and down my leg.
And when am I not in pain, when it comes down to it?—
fearing loss of attachment, knowing I’ll soon die.
They say the Buddhist goal of escaping pain may well
be achieved from within the pain, if we're not afraid.
That one time, I went to sleep anyway—I found
I could lie in the waves of pain like a feather bed.
They say the Buddhist goal of escaping pain may well
be achieved from within the pain, if we're not afraid.
That one time, I went to sleep anyway—I found
I could lie in the waves of pain like a feather bed.
