You Have a Choice, Madzub
You Have a Choice, Madzub You have a choice, Madzub; Or do you? Did you surrender it all? All the choices? All the views of the news? All the ways to see, but One? Do you hurt the ones you love Only when your inner call demands? Or are there hidden pockets Of choice, held back for little you? We are all Madzub. Crazy passions grip us all. And Love breathes slowly Before a word is uttered. The Madzub is silent. There is no defense For Truth And no defense For Love. © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.