"Ready,
fire, aim!" is the way
we most
often activate
the
diffractor beam of our anger,
raging
against others, and
occasionally,
self, all the while
missing
both the point and the mark.
"All
forgiveness begins
with
self-forgiveness." she whispers;
and the
god against whom
I'm
actually intending to aim
is no god
at all, but only
the
undeveloped negative
of an
image from when I let
someone
else hold
my camera
years ago.
Anxiety
and her trust-busting sister,
Fear, are
the ones trying
to throw
up the boomerang shield,
which
only keeps the hate circulating.
Ego, who
fantasizes that he's
from an
alternate gene pool,
believes
he can harmlessly
and
heroically absorb it all like
a nuclear
waste storage facility.
Meanwhile,
Grace sits on the porch,
patiently
waiting for us
to unlock
the deadbolt;
just
dying to transform us
into the
transparent beings
for which
we've been blueprinted,
so that
pain passes through,
whether
self-inflicted or otherwise,
leaving
us whole and unscathed,
and
others are free to answer
Grace at
their own door.
Photo by Todd Jenkins |
© 2014
Todd Jenkins
This is so, so true. Worth clipping and imprinting on the mind...and heart. Blessings to you for depth of insight.
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