It bubbles,
like a witches brew;
and I am spellbound,
not in a pleasant way.
It grips me like voodoo.
"Cook! Little pot! Cook!"
Fed by the fire
of the Devil's forked tongue,
it overboils.
Spreads through my streets;
takes over my town;
'til I sit quaking on this earth.
What started as a spark
billows and blows
into a raging furnace.
And still I fan the flames
with tainted logic.
Spread myself wider
into an accepting community
circling my Self
around in a healing embrace.
"Rage! Little Fire! Rage!"
A rekindled compassionate connection
deeply remembers how
to calm even the most anxious mind.
Love is not denial in favour of feigned joy.
Love encompasses all that exists
and allows for expression of all that is.
Let us sit with our own woes
and be there for our own selves,
so we heal our conflicts inside the comforts of our own hearts
without having to watch them play out on the movie screen of life. |
Submission Name: Let your Self embrace yourself
