Vexations & largesse: diary of a hypocrite ~

I have decided that 

I don't like her. 

All my dealings henceforth

will be of sheer hypocrisy.

I will smile with elan 

and wish her with warmth, 

whilst thinking of her 

as that necessary pain:

alas, I will be a worse person 

because of her.

But it gives me a mull 

and a cause for pause:

are such people tests 

to search for decent response,

or merely life's directive 

to search for good in disaster;

merely means to perspective -

of bad which could be worse,

or are they people with stories 

of life lessons we should hear?

I will then meet her with sincerity,

step aside after the first flush,

I will admire her considerable talents,

and bypass her nature.

The wise have rightly said -

avoid what's vexatious to the soul.

I will do my sitting mediation

as she holds forth,

be right in my behavior

revel in the largesse of my soul.