Hate and spite or love and compassion;
One must choose or keep oneself divided in two;
Therefore dividing the world in which one abides
And all else.
Heal oneself or remain content with discontent within
For you are the creator and reactor.
Bring yourself wholly home to love;
Peace.
And her mind,
It goes blank
Before you can blink.
She is smiling
All the while hating herself.
And they keep talking
And talking
And she keeps laughing.
And she excuses herself to the bathroom
Where
She stares in the mirror
Wondering if she is really here.
Why all this noise?
Just noise
Coming from mouths who don’t care
What a heart beat is.
This air;
The air that leaves her lungs
As she whispers your name,
As you press against her
And hold her steady.
As you take her where she needs to go
Without hesitation.
We sit in the quiet and
Hear the stars resonate
In our very bones.
It’s all ok.
Breathe in unison.
You don’t even need to say
It is all okay.
There are people who remind you of the past not to heal
But to keep the hate alive because if they keep Us divided with constant reminders that we Should hate each other, they keep the power.
When we release these old beliefs they lose Power over us,
Over thoughts,
Over preconceived notion’s,
Over ties that bind and where we put our energy.
To keep us on repeat,
To keep us hardened and separate feeds the Drama and feeds the illusion that we cannot move past the past,
But we can.
We can learn to love more.
It is in our mind set and our hearts when we are ready.
For all of this is a choice we make every Morning as we rise to open new doors,
To toil the soil,
To plant, grow and tend to new seeds in this garden.
We can create anew every single moment
With love.
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*
Momma would pick up the violin
When her heart was breaking.
And the strings she would play
Until her fingers,
They were aching.
And her tears
Made the melody
Flow from her soul.
Even though I was young,
I felt it in my blood.
The love and the hate.
The longing and yearning
As it echoed from impossible
Depths.
Each note
Bleeding
Out
From the
Fissures
Of her
Heart.
*choleintodiamonds*
* originally posted May 2014*
One cannot throw
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
Back
At
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
And expect
Love and compassion to
Bloom.
exactly
what are your intentions
as you
lift your voice and
preach most mightily,
most vigorously
for peace
with a mouth full of poison
and a heart
full
of hate?
Chole Into Diamonds 