Go not too near a House of Rose —
The depredation of a Breeze —
Or inundation of a Dew
Alarms its walls away —

Nor try to tie the Butterfly,
Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy,
In insecurity to lie
Is Joy’s insuring quality.

1 Comment

  1. Vivienne says:

    This poem So Stunning. Just thought of Alan Watts’book The Wisdom of Insecurity.

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