of perverse encounters with them justifying their guilt,
still, we each shall know our own true blue selves.
I say to you, check your integrity.
Be brazenly honest with yourself.
With your intent and your honesty and your goodness.
And then simply carry on.
And out there, those that fabricate justifications and
try to assuage festering guilt and shame and hopes that
you will not continue these patently deceptive ways?
Yeah, I mean you.
On , past those who dream they are not as good,
as their own conscience aches and twists.
On, past those who prefabricate
and assert guilt-swollen defensiveness, to no avail.
Past those aching from past ways they harmed you,
in their hearts, in their quiet stilled bitter actions.
Beyond those who suddenly find themselves
lying in the stink bed of their own making.
For, they are angry to discover that there you are,
saying your peace.
Being your kind true self.
Walking your road in your own integrity of word and deed.
Oh, they might angrily reach out,
under one pretense or another, to share their soiled secrets.
Trying to burn you with their perverse stories, of what they did.
But today, they are somehow surprised.
To find themselves twisting in the wind of their own embittered making.
They show up like their own bad dream,
to see if they can cut you a bit or tear you some.
Never having imagined they’d been set up
to have nothing and no one,
in the mean cluttered game they played.
You, fine Aikido Mama, you just carry on.
Step aside when they hurl themselves your way.
Do not falter or question or look at them.
For they chose the not-true path, their twisted ways.
They are nothing, and this they know.
Be soothed, as you wake honest and loving and true.
Know you reside in your own fine life of your own making.
As you breach the edge of the winter field,
the cusp of the spring season,
the true song of your summer soul.
Chump Nation lives on.
No comments:
Post a Comment