Let the Invisible Beef Go…Forgiveness
The word for the week is “Forgiveness”.. To get us off on the right foot let’s get going with the easy stuff; “Invisible Beef”. Let’s start by forgiving everyone you have an invisible beef with. To clarify, an “Invisible Beef” is beef that you have with someone who is
- Unaware of the beef, and
- Unaware of why you have a beef/problem with them
Let it go and forgive them. Your Soul will thank you.
My Journey, Destination Unknown
Today my journey took me to an interesting place. To a place where I learned Patriotism is not at the center of my belief system, but it’s impact on my belief is undeniable. Today I realized my true desire is to decouple myself from my American centric view, and to realign my mind and soul to a place that puts God and family at its core. Today I searched my soul and learned I want to go to a place where I value life regardless of where a person was born, their affiliations, and/or their beliefs. To a place where I am respectful of all life, even that of my enemies because I understand we originate from the same source.
Today I recognize it is the journey that pitted us against one another, our human nature that makes us enemies, and love is the only thing that can bridge the gap between our souls. Today I know I need to go to a place where I can understand and accept our dilemma; I took the path I took, you took the path you took, and we both believed we were heading in the right direction. Today it dawned on me, that as much as I want to hate you. As much as I want to fight against and attack you. As much as I want to condemn and judge you; there is only one place I can go to takes me higher. Today I finally got it, my desire to elevate to a higher level requires me to learn to forgive without condition and willingly. Today, I learned the meaning of courage and strength. Thank you Malcolm; we almost forgot about you.
I Never Considered Myself to be a Love Poet
I never considered myself to be a “love poet”
I mean,
I don’t write about candle lit dinners
or romantic getaways
or massages
or toe curling sex on the roof top of my humble abode
nestled just underneath the moon
lit only by the North star
where the only breeze
is generated by our bodies
clenched tightly,
thrusting to synchronized rhythms
drenched in juices that rise high
like ocean tides
and slap
against our shore
like tsunamis
caused by the quake
of our back breaking technique
followed by chills
as your waves recede
I never considered myself to be a “love poet”
because, when I’m with you
It’s not making love
It’s not poetry
it’s breathing
you are the oxygen
feeding the flame of my life
a nipple
providing nourishment
for my hungry lips
you are my heart
pumping dreams
through my veins and into existence
you are
the salvation of my soul
..and there’s no time to waste
writing silly poems
about love
when you’re living it..
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