Nothing
dies harder than a bad idea.
Anger is
meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the
direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to
move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate
the message that our anger is sending us.
When I
listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am
expressing my true nature. All of us love. All of us do it more and more
perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds. In the present we
find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming. I
plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of
others
Love is
not love if it compelled by reason and driven by logic — love exists in spite of
those things, not because of them. It is a emotion which needs no fuel to fire
it or oxygen to feed it; if you have to look for the why, then stop looking; it
was never there at all
I honor my importance and the importance of
others. None of us is dispensable, none of us is replaceable. In the chorus of
life each of us brings a True Note, a perfect pitch that adds to the harmony of
the whole. I act creatively and consciously to actively endorse and encourage
the expansion of those whose lives I touch. Believing in the goodness of each,
I add to the goodness of all. We bless each other even in passing
All that
I touch, I leave in love
Words
For It
I wish I
could take language
And fold
it like cool, moist rags.
I would
lay words on your forehead.
I would
wrap words on your wrists.
“There,
there,” my words would say–
Or
something better.
I would
murmur,
“Hush”
and “Shh, shhh, it’s all right.”
I would
ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I
could take language
And daub
and soothe and cool
Where
fever blisters and burns,
Where
fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I
could take language
And heal
the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
