Open, open, open

Stubbornness. Stubbornness. ‘No further.’ ‘Not that way.’ ‘Only if mine.’ These are stubbornness’s words.

Clinging to what is? Tightly gripping a calcified notion? Preempting any possible wending? Like a wall of resistance.

‘Must.’ ‘Has to.’ ‘Is preferable that.’ ‘Better had we.’ These, and more, are stubbornness’s pleas.

O, the anger masked and the ill will and the hatred and the mess of it all: how very ugly.

How foolish.


O friend, let ignorance in. Let it, becoming open, open, open.