* Tears flow from hateful eyes too.
But I suspect our hearts, like flowers,
grow big and strong with the waters of loving-kindness.
Chill our words not our voice
It is rain that grows flowers, not ice
“How cold is a heart
When it’s warmth that it seeks?”
Sting, Sister Moon
❀ everyday gurus:
Monthly Peace Challenge: Love Thy Enemy
❀ Electronic Bag Lady:
B4peace: The Enemy Within
❀ Poem from Laurie’s Notes:
a quiet prayer of thanks
❀ Welcome to a New World: Who is the enemy?
Originally posted on Living is Not Mental Illness:
is a bird bath
filled with water,
rigid and cold.
(Is my heart hardened like this?)
I forgive you
is the very same
(Who knew tears are waters of forgiveness?)
oh… I suspect the flowers do.