The Melancholic Cowboy

Every rose has its thorn.
Just like every night has its dawn.
Just like every cowboy
sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has its thorn;
Song by Poison

We hum this favorite melody, and
we get that life has ups and downs.
Yet a spiritual quest is deeper than that.
The thorn’s cut opens our heart,
just as the rose’s beauty stills our mind.
Everything life throws at us is needed.

Thus, it is not right to say that ignorance
is a contracted state of Consciousness
and Consciousness the absence of self.
To be here now, we needed ebbs and flows.
To lift the veil we needed maya to work with.
The melancholic cowboy is Consciousness.