The Time Is Now Ultimately, it doesn’t matter what those who are far think or what I, who am close, say. What matters is what rises up the stem of your soul that feeds your unopened blossom. But we don’t live in a vacuum, it’s true.
May we let through, hold,
serve as sieve as well as sponge.
Holey and holy.
The negative opinions of others
battle in my head
like a jihad between the ears
much louder
than the voice of my own being.
But I am learning
to recognize each,
one becoming
more of a stranger,
the other,
a dear friend,
gently singing
like birdsong
beneath the noise of war.
I love this sooo much!!!
May we let through, hold,
serve as sieve as well as sponge.
Holey and holy.
The negative opinions of others
battle in my head
like a jihad between the ears
much louder
than the voice of my own being.
But I am learning
to recognize each,
one becoming
more of a stranger,
the other,
a dear friend,
gently singing
like birdsong
beneath the noise of war.
I love this sooo much!!!