Pain

Is your pain hot or cold?

Does it fester like a wound or simmer, fueled with hate?

Do you pray for the world’s oblivion or your own?

Born of love or neglect, regret or sorrow;

will it still be here tomorrow, comfortable and welcome

with its parasitic familiarity?

I write like my mother
think like my father
and am my grandmother's story...

Am (hopefully just temporarily) locked out if my blog.... Hope to resume posting soon :( Wish me luck! (sent as text from my phone)

Friends

Cherished treasures,

embraced and safely ensconced in our spiritual wombs

we nurture, protect and defend them,

accepting all their grace and faults

forgiving easily wounds inflicted by callousness, ego or greed.

Those that recognize the gift 

cherish it in kind reaping karmic benefits.

Those that do not...

their temporary purpose served, to nurture a new life lesson, 

are expelled like so much afterbirth