Friday 9 October 2020

I See You

As you sit there stewing,

Brewing concoctions of revenge extractions,

Of prolonged explanations

Vitriolic justifications,

Fire breathing soliloquies that are as likely to appear,

As the dragon itself,

In this circle of chairs,

As you steam and stew,


I see you


As you struggle to not let them know,

As you can't take it up, but your mind won't let go,

As your voice is dulled,

As you feel robbed of choice

As for my sake, you hold your peace,

Though the tide's not yet turned,

And release is a lifebuoy ever edging away,

I whisper to you,

And you hear me say,


I see you,


In your anger do not sin,

This saying nothing, 

This sitting here,

Is not a loss but a win,


And being angry is okay,

Just keep watching what you say,

This too shall pass,

Though it will smart,

It will not last,


I see you,


Take your pleasure not in them but in me,

And practice intensive caring unity,


I see you,

And now, 

You see me.


Hold your peace,

Peace,

Be still,

Remember what we are speaking of,

Not yours, but my will....



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