Mornin’… and today the morning sounds give to the garbage trucks making their way through the neighborhood. Thank the Goddess that I threw out my ‘messy business’ and they are taking it away. I put some emotional crap in that big old blue bin; betrayal, hurt feelings, expectations, old hurts, and dumped some more of my low self esteem and aging body issues in there to fill it right to the top. “Take that too!” I say I say.
I hear them taking it away and I’m feeling glad about it. How crazy it that to be full of joy with the bang and clatter of the dump trucks? “Begone you nasty negative thinking. Git you’re butt outta here.”
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Betrayal gives a gift to
open arms with the heart
exposed in the wait for
loves flourish to enter
If not that it is a reminder
to remain open in that
state of care and sweetness
in welcome to the next possibility
Ward off the hard hit of
withdrawal to the sting of
perfidy that holds to amazement
the ache of yesterday’s wound
Allow the heart to hold to
the goodness felt before the
rupture bleeds out in wasted
longing unrequited
The feel good far out weights
the bruise of ego’s treacherous
mind games that lays raw
the glow of vulnerability.
When in the vulnerable tender
lives the open heart’s purity
of unconditional love struck
by the light ever lasting.
There is no betrayal there
Awash in the glow of pleasure
and care-fullness given freely.
Fear has no place in this place
Standing where you are
tingling with the gift of the
heart being open in the truth
that you are perfect love
