just a smidgen

On Anger

Elbow Falls, Alberta © Barbara Barry

We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think.

When the mind is pure,

joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.

Buddha

love,

smidge

anger

anger
is merely
the surface
betrayal
of your own
corrupt
shadow
as it
rises
thrashing
to the
surface

it is
only
the venomous
strike
arising
from the
suffocating
depths of
frustration
with
your
own raw
disingenuous
self

it seeks
to
avenge
all
self-loathing
and the
bitter
disappointment
found in
your
own
false
ego

I will
no longer
be your
sacrifice,
your excuse
your sole reason
for any
blind
attempt
to run from
the sight of
your own
self

this
is my
only truth:

i am love

and
i live
in the
grace
of
transcendent
beauty
always

i rest
in the
Infinite Spirit,
the
promise of
limitless
love-
the only
and absolute
truth
found
within
me

Barbara Barry Feb 24, 2017

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