GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

On a very dark and desolate night

When no other creatures

Would venture out into such despair,

Gratitude finds her way through

Shadowy murkiness and obscurity

and knocks at the locked, rusty door

Of Victim’s house.

Knock, knock, knock.

“May I come in?” Gratitude asks.

She persists,

Knocking and waiting—

Knock, knock, knock.

Victim hears the intrusive interruption.

She is afraid.

Indeed, the knocking seems

Incessant, tireless and annoying,

Even judgmental in its persistence.

Gratitude calls out,

“Let me in. I am your faithful friend,”

but her words sound perverted;

to Victim they translate as

judgmental and imposing.

Knock, knock, knock,

Gentle and consistent

Gratitude continues in

Her modest visitation.

Fed up and overwhelmed

With stubborn self-will,

Victim rushes to the door,

Opens it and screams,

“Why do you torture me

with your trash talk?

Why don’t you go away

And leave me in peace?!”

Diatribes explode through her lips,

As poisonous arrows split the air.

At last, in the exasperated silence

There is space and time.

Gratitude quietly speaks. Continue reading

TWO GYROSCOPES

TWO GYROSCOPES

Two Gyros a poem by Hal

It seems we are all
born with
two
essential
gyroscopes—

one for our Outer Life,
which we call Ego,
and one for our
Inner Life,
which we call
Naphsha.*

Both are
necessary,
And
each needs
the other.
Either one
without the other
leaves us
desperate,
estranged,
split
and grasping
for the
Other
Side of
our
full potential
and
wholeness.

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WHO ARE YOU?

WHO ARE YOU?

You are,
like all of us,
a gifted and
unique and
irreplaceable miracle,
mysteriously and wondrously
present
in the here and now.

There is a Center,
a dependable Anchor within,
an original goodness
innately at the core and essence
of each of us.

Open yourself
to the protection
and guidance
that awaits you within.

Listen to your
Inner Voice,
to the only truth
that is yours
to live and
communicate.

If you do,
while significant others
may not respond
or recognize
your
Center
within whom
you find identity
and life,
the truth
that is yours
will withstand all
weather.

We all would be
less than
some grease spot
if this were not so.

Something hopeful
and dependable
is available, which
logic and feelings
cannot dictate.

Give yourself to IT.
And remember,
there are many ways
to the Way.

Open yourself and
trust the process.

Hal Edwards

Wauconda, IL