On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
Posted on May.30.2008 @ 01:59PM EDTbyWoodsman
The wound is to deny, defy, and crucify our fear.. though the fear turns into hatred.
But fear won't ever be mentioned, looking into the face it goes way beyond fear into terror, where even beliefs dissolve into nothing and what's left travels back into the night, to attack fear, by attaching to what is "solid" as a noble cause.
it's not said... not said, never even looked at
So, before the long dark night, I'll shave, before the kiss of the wounded begins.