acknowledge the creature in you and befriend it
breathe – so your heart will not contract
in vain duty towards the known
and drain this dream of colour
your cells pulse with desire
that all angels long for
live with intensity
allow the space
know you are
forget what was learned
polish the mirror of the heart
look afresh with each new breath
all is done by the rhythm of our silence
expand love by not clinging to expectations
find dynamic peace through expressing beauty
intelligence by remaining open to the unexpected
subtle wisdom through enduring the grit of contradiction
intuition through carrying the heart in the heel of the foot
and freedom through humour and deeds of for-giving the self
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I meant to write a monologue of the spiritual ego but realise I’ve residues of misgivings for some of its manifestations. On the whole, I think all struggling egos between two rocks need a little TLC. Most try hard.
But how does a serious psychopath reflect upon our humanity? I’m deeply distressed today, hearing of the atrocious acts of the megalomaniac in Libya.
2 responses to “… monologue of the self …”
(maybe the 6th line needs a plural) I too am horrified by the news of mass slaughter and afraid of what else may be discovered. I have a short on http://www.Shortbreadstories.com – “Shattered Lives”. It was written with the knowledge that these things happen.
Your work is as always beautiful writing.
Well spotted, thanks. Fixed to angels.
I’ll read your story today. Been enjoying the other instalments.