The coffee mug breaks, I choose to ignore the hurt and pain,
Turn blind to the wounds and lacerations, let blood ooze and rain.
How could I let the coffee spill? I try to suppress my rage,
The more madly I wipe it clean, the more it fills the page.
Ignore or actively suppress, you get more of what you resist,
Meditate on the spilt coffee instead, lest you want it to persist.
Notice and gently accept the stain, observe it fade with time,
Acknowledge your inner stress and strain, and let it fall in line.
The more you deny and struggle, reminisce about the mug,
Suppress your longing for the coffee, the more it will bug.
Accept for a while you'll be thirsty, that this partly you helped manifest,
Then you can mend and repair the broken parts, sip coffee again and rest.
The mug is for now broken, you have to this reality accept,
You can only enjoy coffee again, once you've thoroughly wept.
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