Worst Enemy – 20th August 2026

Love is a ladder
from hell.
Without it: just grey.
No song. No sun.


The gap
between
the notes
is
not just the music
but the hum.

Convert the poison
into honey
where life
and death embrace.

Silent and
patient,
until finally
finding grace.

The sinner
becomes a saint
but sometimes
the saint is a sinner.

Stop and step back
when you see
the murderer

in the mirror.

Inspired and paraphrased from Osho’s Live, Love, Laughter – chapter 4, I think, about love.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Where It Counts

Changing your clothes is a statement
Changing your haircut a fashion
Your thoughts are where it counts
Only you may see the passion