Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning. Good. Morning. It’s a good morning. Sundays are devoted to poetry here at the blog. Poetry is a form of writing that makes you notice. It’s not obvious. It’s subtle. It’s nuanced. It’s beauty. Write a poem today. Write a love poem to yourself. The poem (and probably mostly, the act of writing it) will make you feel good. I promise. Here’s my poem for today:
And then suddenly you flew over the lake, effortlessly.
One after the other, full of energy and lightness and carefree dignity.
I usually see just one of you. A delicate white bird,
Sitting all by yourself, in the frightfully large forest.
You stand out in the crowd of trees, a small white pocket of light,
In the thick, dark overgrowth of towering, teeming life.
I am happy to see you today with your flock of friends.
How did I not see? How did I not know?
You were never alone.