Anger
Produces
A fruitless tree.
Anger
Produces
A fruitless tree.
When you sit with yourself
And follow the limb
To the very root of your
Anger, your sadness
You will find
Your own eyes gazing
Back at you,
And if you allow yourself to
You will see love.
*I wrote this in 2016. Like most writers, I have pages and pages of notes, memories and musings never shared.*
Different rules in every mind.
Each crossing different lines that they deem acceptable exceptions,
Then getting angry when others
Do their own thing.
Always someone going faster,
Always someone going slower.
So many minds with so many thoughts on how it should be,
Arguing over who is right and who is kinder.
(if we could only hear ourselves arguing over who is kinder )
If we could only see ourselves puffing out our chests believing we have won.
This is not a game,
(Sometimes it feels like it has turned into one big game).
Who is smarter, who has it harder.
Everyone telling,
Very few listening,
Truly listening.
Many clamoring knowing
A little piece about so much.
An
Unawareness spread out into little bits.
A couple thoughts on this and that
Knowing nothing about nothing.
Anger rising without sense.
Few just let it be and see.
Few
Are comfortable enough with this journey to
Observe and listen
And Be.
There is always more to learn,
In turn becoming quieter.
Listen.
It starts with one mind.
It starts with one heart.
To become love
And let go of anger.
And there the one shares with
Another.
Let go of judgements of strangers.
Then the two become the four
And exponentially
We let go.
Embrace anew
As love recognizes hate
No more.
Alter the tide.
What becomes reality for one
Becomes the reality
For
The Sum.
….
Let not your eyes deceive you
As you look in the mirror.
The blood that we shed
Is no other color
But red.
*originally published January 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
You have tied yourself
Securely
To the anger and hate of the
Past.
Proudly you stand
Wearing it like a badge of
Honor.
But,
If you look around you will see
You remain completely still.
Unchanged.
You must cut the chords.
It is the only way to fly.
Soar above and transcend.
Then you will realize
Peace and love are always in you.
Do not let these ideas of
Who you think you should be
Fix the parameters of you.
You are more than who you try to
Create.
You are infinite.
There are
No words
Or ideas
Which define
Your
Soul.
*originally published June 2015 @*cholintodiamonds*
I know I have not
Completely
Severed the ties of resentment;
Hurt and
Anger
From the past,
But I am
Working on it.
Some of these tethers I have been unraveling
For
They
Feel too thick to cut.
Non the less
I feel lighter
Every day.
As long as you hold on to
Anger
You
Are shackled to
The
Past.
Forgiveness gives you life
In the
Present
And freedom
To move into
The
Future.
Allow room for nothing else
But
Love to
Become
All that you
Carry.
It starts with one mind.
It starts with one heart.
To become love
And let go of anger.
And there the one shares with
Another.
Let go of judgements of strangers.
Then the two become the four
And exponentially
We let go.
Embrace anew
As love recognizes hate
No more.
Alter the tide.
What becomes reality for one
Becomes the reality
For
The Sum.
….
Let not your eyes deceive you
As you look in the mirror.
The blood that we shed
Is no other color
But red.