Whose minds are their own worst enemy,
Breathe in an army of Angels,
Fight self loathing barbs
With sweet loving kindness,
Accept first, your ruthless hatred
Of your self
And overwhelm it
With acceptance,
Embrace your meanness tenderly
Forgive it-
It is not you,
It is your sickness,
And the shame that chokes you
Is its way of keeping you sick.
Applaud your smallest victory
And fight this fight continuously,
If your mind will not sleep
You must swing your weary sacred sword
Until your arms fall off,
And then continuing swinging
With the relentless beat
Of your loving heart.
Stand up alone in the deepest center
Of your truest self
And scream at the top
Of your breathing lungs,
“You will not win!”
“Intruder, phantom, liar, fake!
Get out, get out, get out!!”
My true life loving self
Demands to love the birdsong.
All the divine sounds
That beauty sends to bless me
Sound like noise
When I am trying to save myself with thinking.
Someone else’s music,
Children’s laughter,
Riotous bird song and whistle,
“I can not hear myself think!”
And you banish the beauty from your life
And secure the sickness even more.
Still Spirit continues to whistle to you
Through one insistent bird
Who loves you far more
Than you love yourself.
Wake up soul baby,
Wake up soldier of love,
Wake up and grasp life
And breath in beauty-
Pull it deeply in,
Make room,
Throw out
All the struggling
And suffering;
ideas of who you think you ought to be..
Your thoughts are wrong,
Your thoughts are lies,
You are not who
You think you are,
You are so much more,
Now stop
And let a quiet tear
Of grief
Roll down your sweet
Deserving cheek
Relax
And fight no more
Surrender
Lay down your arms
Give up
Be still,
Weep for your defeat
And let what comes arrive.
Wail and cry
Let die
This tiny little “I”
Be brave
Let go
Who knows
What love may come to fill the place
Your forgiving heart
Has just erased.
Have faith
Sweet child,
Have faith.
Otter
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