Out of chaos, out of our mind…
Streams turn to rivers which turn to the sea
Like the tears - they are fluid and
thankfully so or the dam inside heart
would burst into a million pieces .
Cry child, cry.
The wild flowers that rise from the dirt
without forethought
are perfect where grow – we are the flowers.
The clouds that come in from nowhere
sideswipe us, and call us out,
can’t flatten our courage – we are bigger than the
storm.
The trees that bend and dance in a wicked wind
they know things
and
they have to cede to the forces
or be ripped-up roots and all – We are the trees.
Lightening - it has a fury that gets our attention –
that is anger.
Thunder - it chills us to the bone – that is resentment.
Steel rain - it is vapid, painful and cold – that is hatred.
Yet we need to have these emotions
and to know their opposite without a lot of fuss.
And with all
the control we can
assemble, may we
re-seed, re-build, and stop resisting the elements.
In desperation, there will be a peace that follows.
Sadness will be replaced by a soft breeze and love
will rule.
Love will always rule.
Give your sorrows to the Mother,
your tears to the Father
and the world you used to know will then change.
-debbie lynn
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