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Who would
dare to use
the
precious resources
of human
life to record
their
thoughts and feelings
for
others to read?
Somewhere
between an open
invitation
to the slings and arrows
of
others' critiques and a presumption
of
overinflated ego lies a heart
that
recognizes helpful writing
as
nothing more or less
than a
return to spiritual consciousness
that lies
within each human soul.
The only
words worth sharing
are those
that open us all
to the
triangular conduit
between
our deepest selves,
the core
of others,
and the
heart of God.
© 2015
Todd Jenkins
I would have to say this is the internal battle that has worn me down as of late: "Somewhere between an open invitation to the slings and arrows of others' critiques and a presumption
ReplyDeleteof overinflated ego lies a heart..." I'd also have to say that holy little bread crumbs keep pulling me towards another post and another, when my not always pressed ego wants to shut down and hole up because I'M not getting what I thought I should. See a theme there? Groan.
It sometimes feels like the more personal and painful the words that bubble to the surface are, the deeper they must be planted, and the less I understand why they needed to be planted in the first place. Some days, it's all I can do to dig them up from their shallow and secret graves in my historic woods and give them a respectful resting place in the crazy garden on therapy hill.
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