Our Rules Create Our Emotion, Our Emotion Creates Our Pain. Let Go Of Them Both, You Old Lovers No Longer Serve Me Poem by Chuy Amante

Emotion is a potion from the devil herself!
You take in down daily from the tip top shelf.

You drink it, you think it, you stink in it!

All around suffer because of your rules.
No you say, not mine but the only correct rules...

Did I just say that? Yuck, sick, I am letting go,
you no longer serve me, go.

I am now attached to no thing, all comes and floats on by,
I have no rules to block the stream.
Jump in, swim or die.