Anything we feel that isn’t love That’s what makes us sick. OR: anything that isn’t joy or strength

Anything we feel that isn’t love That’s what makes us sick. OR: anything that isn’t joy or strength
The Lord is taking things
into Our hand,
Divine and Human, One.
“Illness or pain is just an extension of negative emotion. When you are no longer feeling any resistance to it, it’s a non-issue.”
(Abraham-Hicks)
Task:
Track down resistance
Life, woven from love?
Look around, see nature woo,
squirrels chase from elm to fir,
wood pigeons coo,
buds break open, leaves renew,
bristly hedgehogs stir,
so, too, the human zoo.
Bus driver beams welcome
to arriving crew,
bearded face beneath blue
hood, limping old lady,
misunderstood,
shy newly-weds, tourist
lost in morning mist,
of local language not a gist,
mom, bundled-up baby,
bright-helmeted cyclist –
driver alive to toing and froing,
smiles farewell to all on going,
openhearted benevolence,
no mere surface happenstance,
greetings instants of luminous trove:
life unceasingly weaving love.
NaPoWriMo: write a love poem.
A tongue unraveled
Amble through the jungle,
find an orchid in bloom, guest of a luxuriant tree,
inhale its aroma of words,
the scent of its honey dew heart,
rest and wonder:
are words edible art?
Like a hummingbird hover,
home in on orchid’s flower-star,
a lover, see its chalice shimmer pearly bright,
alight, your bill ajar
unfurl your tongue,
sip, savor the sweet nectar of words.
When you’ve had your fill
retract your tongue,
bill closed, coil tongue inside,
don’t frown,
fold your wings, go to bed.
Night before long
will unravel your tongue,
braid a poem’s lines around your head
like a laurel crown.
🙏💙Wonderful times, for us two oldies, too, of pushing limits. In a busy, stationary, mental life of cooperation. Of dealing with an avalanche of data. 💯💯Scaling ridges of burocratic exigencies. Finding new ways of advancing across digital glaciers. Training endurance AND sensitivity.🕺⚜️
It’s so exhilarating how new skills of 💕love and comprehension 🤠happen🤬🥰 in these stretches of paradox. Like the arising of 🌈 rainbows when opposing forces, rain and sun, water 💦 and 🔥 fire, embrace each other!💞
So delighted at how you inspire 💫me, my new, ages-old, newfound soul friend!🫂
Have a sunny 😎 Sunday of glacier-patrolling training! ⛷️🥳💥
tree danced to dispel
haze of heartache overcome
by loss of soul friend
The program for the day:
Spreading love
branches at angles
zigzag crosswise intertwined
where do I fit in?
just pick a twig snow-
enchanted look around see
you’re already placed
In the weekend FT, 18-19 December 2021
Powerful, light-filled words from a human, all at once female, young, and black, reaching the world!
Another line:
“Words, too, are a type of combat, for we always become what we refuse to say.”