Then the sun comes out

What we find as we listen to the songs of our rage or fear, loneliness or longing, is that they do not stay forever.  Rage turns into sorrow, sorrow turns into tears; tears may fall for a long time, but then the sun comes out.

                                                                                                                Jack Kornfield, A Path With Heat, p.47

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free floating anger

free floating fear

they are everywhere

twirling ecstatically

blown by the winds of hate

fanned into flame

by vile words, by lies

and sometimes

even

by the truth

much like the embers of the forest fire

which rages only miles from my house

they can spread, quickly

destructively

reducing all they touch

to ashes

leaving only the scorched landscape

of isolation and regret in our souls

there is only one antidote

only one solution

only one thing can slowing the raging process

and move us to regain control of our souls

so that the cleansing rain of sorrow and compassion

may fall

to quench the fire

and clear the choking haze of destruction

so that the sun may once again shine

and we may once again breathe

and see the beauty of the hills

Sacred Presence

Sacred

Love

Be present O Sacred One

open my soul

may the sacred waters

flow