Blue and dark-blue
rose and deepest rose
white and pink they
are everywhere in the diligent
cornfield rising and saying
in their reliable finery...
The reaper's story is the story
of endless work of
work careful and heavy but the
reaper cannot
separate them out there they
are in the story of his life
bright random useless
year after year
taken with the serious tons
weeds without value humorous
beautiful weeds.
A Haiku in response to this:
Coming to take us
You and me. Beautiful weeds
Death makes us all one.
Do you ever feel useless and fail to trust your bright beauty?
I never feel useless any more. The only time I did was as a child when my mother would berate me and tell me what a terrible child I was. Even though at age two I had decided she didn't know or care for me, so I was in this world alone, it still hurt. I learned to not attempt to change her mind as it only prolonged the time I had to stay in the same room with her and she would continue longer. Leaving the room would have meant a spanking. The rest of the world supported me and appreciated my helpfulness, so I overcame my feelings of uselessness. Perhaps IN will answer my "why' question. Why was I able to reprogram my mind and my sister was not able to? She still deals with depression supported by her feelings of uselessness. Perhaps I will learn how to help her while learning more about myself.
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ReplyDeleteI have. But in being still, searching, listening, and finding this blog helps me as I lean in to my journey.
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