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own your own shit......
own your own shit...... Why is it a lie Falls easily from your lips While truth has no voice? i love haikus as a form, a discipline this is one i wrote a long time ago but that bears saying again now..... it is about duplicity about honesty about owning your own shit in meditation this morning, i came to grips with one of my least favorite parts of myself. this is as much about me as it is about the people i wrote it for. just a thought on a cold, windy day easy You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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The famous line from the movie: "You can't handle the truth!" Especially when it is about ourselves. We need to look in the mirror every day, and accept what we see, not deny. If we don't like what we see, it's up to no one but ourselves to change it.
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~hugz~
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I share your love of haiku. The sheer discipline of 5-7-5 syllables creates a shape of thought and a journey of meaning. I read this post a number of hours ago, before I went to work and I so wanted to write a poem back. I had a bath thinking about it, drove through South London, thinking about it (and it wasn't an easy drive, thanks to a combination of all the water mains being dug up as the company has just been sold, and appallingly uncoordinated travelling conditions in this fair city of mine, with a non-driving mayor who simply hates cars with a vengeance) ....... and this is my reply: my very first lie did not deceive anyone I say to myself Thank you for the journey in truth. Your meditation is clearly infectious. warm xx
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i had a woman tell me in a survivors group a long time ago...that once we own our shit , expell it ..then we have the capabilities to clean it up and throw out the shit we don't want to keep and let stink... i am no haiku poet...my verse tends to be more prose that cons ..*grins @ the pun* *hugs ya tight* chelley.
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