About Diamonds

The sun comes up,
the birds sing,
I pick up my pen:

Musts
that keep happening
free from my will,

free from my won’t.
As in growing
and all things beautiful

there is pain.
In such times as these,
when searching for treasure,

it is better to remember
a diamond is a chunk of coal
that made good under pressure.

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