Category Archives: Acceptance

The Gift of Not Seeing

The gift of not seeing — it hides

beneath a gray sweater and makes

rainbow colors. It paints my eyes

a deeper shade of green. It is a

novice at all things true, and

tells with loyal honesty. It never

masks its feelings behind a sleek

charade.

The gift in glassy blue has

wide, thin strips of gentle beamings.

Its color turns orange to blue to

green, and a thousand different leanings.

The shades of the shadow produce

pure light.

How I Treat My Body

How I treat my Body is how I treat the world;

Forgiving of my belly folds, which are the proof of carrying, nurturing, and developing my babies;

Understanding of my upper arms and wrinkled elbows, too much skin from my ancestral DNA; my mother is in my arms;

Empathy for a back that does not flex without feeling pain, representing all the times I have bent my learning in a painful direction, but am still able to stand aligned;

For a right leg that is shorter than the left, which is just asking for time and patience to stretch enough to catch up;

For downward-turned shadows on the face, that because of gravity, cause me to consciously focus on building my smile muscles;

And the right and left arms that for 15 years have gradually and steadily borne the discomfort that comes with the unnatural position required to play the violin;

For the brain that has recovered so many times through pharmaceutical intrusion and accidental neural-pathway forming of dead-end roads;

And the heart that with the center of my chest has held the tension of the realization that back-tracking those roads is a journey fraught with dangerous turns that appear out of nowhere;

For the hands that have typed or written my journey into a record so that I may find my way out;

And the hair that has acclimated to many dye jobs so that there is one thing that allows me to not just accept what is;

For the Body that needs loving kindness, the Body that is all members, and for those cells that are believed  to somehow exist outside;

The way I treat my body is the way I treat the world

One Man’s Treasure

I went to where my service was needed

not unto those who were sufficiently able

and not to those who had made up their minds

 

I came to the downtrodden

to those rejected

who, if anyone else, would be tied to public opinion

and made subject to manipulations

of whether love was deserved

 

I came to those

who moved toward growth

verses protection

 

I come for the fearless in loving

for the energies spent

in accepting

what is

Strangers as Family

Strangers as family

who would have known?

Strange things have happened

bringing me home

 

Strangers as family

I’d never have guessed

different kinds of DNA

in strands so fully blessed,

 

Would tell me such a story

that I would live to tell

How people that I barely knew

would save me from such hell

 

I love my stranger family

and those whose binds would twine

such greater understanding

though they possess

is also mine

A New Heart

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For those of you who check on how I am doing based on my poetry, etc….

Since last Wednesday, I have been experiencing a wonderful healing in my life. Over the weekend, some of my most pervasive fears were put to rest. I found out people love me for me, not for whether my family is society’s idea of perfect, whether I have problems, or whether I handle everything the way someone thinks it should be. I don’t know what the future holds, or if those things will change. But one thing I do know is this: When I love God with all my heart and allow the Almighty to love me back in the same way, my awareness of that love is with me always. The bitterness in me is dying, and the desire to want to love everyone in the most platonic but rich way is being born in me. This is the born-again moment, moment by moment in my life. This is how I know that it is not the experiences of my life that matter, but how I meet them, and with what part of myself I give service to them.

 

I am grateful for those who agree with me, for those who disagree with me, and for everyone whose lives (thank God) are too busy to be concerned about my rights or wrongs. That the big wheel keeps turning is assured, as too is the comfort in knowing that God holds me gently in the palm of His hand.

The +10 Mortal Combat Pelvic Girdle

Moonlight Symphony by Aenea-Jones

To take wing

I must detach from this leaf

I will never feel the wind in my hair

if I don’t lift off

(And it has been a Miracle)

The big-girl panties —

Forget that

I am wearing the +10 Mortal Combat Pelvic Girdle

There is nothing else that God needs to do

to prove to me that

I AM LOVED!

And now that I know

I completely release All into God’s hands

and away from my focus

I embrace the middle way

The true authentic Loved Ones

are waiting in the wings to be unleashed

in Love

into my Life

I take and accept my Wholeness

Finally

The Bigger steps will be directed

by God in perfect timing

Only Trust and Love