As I Am, As You Are

I love you
But, may not necessarily
Like you
(all the time)
You Love Me
But, may not necessarily
Like me
(all the time)

I like you
But, may not necessarily
Be in Love with you
You like me
But, may not necessarily
Be in Love with me

We can like one another
And, can agree to disagree
We can love one another
As people, as souls
Even with opposing viewpoints
Because we can choose
To go beyond the points
To view each other
As people,
As souls

You and I are one, but equally unique.

What works for one is not necessarily going to work for all.

Every person has their own unique authenticity that is a gift to the world, and each person has their own unique authentic gift to give to the world.

 

In this world, I call my own, it is not my time or place to judge what someone else does or doesn’t do if it is distinctively unique and different even than the way I perceive the world to be.   I will though stand up, or sit down, as is appropriate for those who can not stand for themselves or so that someone is not sitting alone.

As long as someone is praying for peace, for love, I care not how they pray or to whom.  As long as someone is being kind and loving, I care not where they are from, or where they are going.

As long as someone holds value in this moment, they are worth my valuable time, and I am willing to give that to anyone regardless of if they are in line with how I look at life from my tiny window.

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It Was Not Until I Realized That…

I used to not see compassion, kindness and love as being so instrumental to this world’s future (and to all of humanity) and furthermore would never have thought that these three words would define my consciousness…

until I realized that
I am who I am –
and learned to be
in love with that
who I am

I used to feel uncomfortable hearing that I am “really nice” and being able to see it as the compliment (as was the case with embracing other compliments as well) it is and was…

until I realized that
I am who I am –
and learned to be
in love with that
who I am

I used to see the world (and people therein) as a big scary place, especially those places (and those people) in the far distance over “there” where “they” reside….

until I realized

I am who I am –

and they are

who they are –

and learned to be

in love with that

who I am

I used to talk a lot, or more aptly, way too much because it did not allow myself the opportunity to listen (and yes, I have very good hearing and often hear even that which I am not supposed to hear, but whether someone says something positive or something negative about me, it really has little to do with me) and it was not until I got really quiet that I heard what was really important. But that lesson, as so many others, it was not…

until I realized that

I am who I am –

and I learned to be

in love with that

who I am

That I found
peace
with myself
and who I am
And I learned to be
free
being only
Me

Shame, It is, A Losing Game

I have not the wisdom to know the solution

nor the foresight to have THE answer

but, then again, who really does?

if it was that easy, would there not already be

an answer or even better a viable solution?

but then again maybe, just maybe, that thing

called life is a bit more complicated? than that…….

and maybe, just maybe, we don’t really know?

those that say they do, do they really? really???

for as easy it is to look at someone else’s

situation and to frown upon them for their lack

of judgment and their action and/or inaction

with clarity and hindsight as unfortunate as it

may be have we not ourselves — ALL OF US

had our moments of transgressions where we

might have had the good fortunate of doing so

in the solitude of our own misfortunes where

only a few were on the scene and we had not

the cameras pointed at us when we were lapsing

in our judgment, because maybe one day it will

be and while public shame is the game of the day

where the lynchings in the court of public opinion

is rampant and it is not only ok but advocated

until that one day it happens to be us and then

just maybe it won’t be quite the same when it is

our father, our mother, our son, our daughter,

or yes……even ourselves, are put into the center

spotlight of public shame when the world passes

out blame hand and foot without regard to who

you are, or they are, as a person but only see one

situation and deem that to be all there is to know.

Maybe we know so far less than we like to think

we do…..maybe, just maybe…..

there is a level of humanity that we may be missing.

Too Blind To See

Love
Is Color Blind

There are
Individuals
Of all colors
From all walks of life
From all faiths
From all backgrounds
From all corners
Of the world
Rich and poor

Spreading
Love

Evoking
Decency

Showing
Compassion

Practicing
Kindness

Hate
Is Color Blind

There are
Individuals
Of all colors
From all walks of life
From all faiths
From all backgrounds
From all corners
Of the world
Rich and poor

Spreading
Hatred

Evoking
Fear

Showing
Indifference

Practicing
Intolerance

 

. . . S A N C T U A R Y . . .

Oh, It Is! Oh So……

Ain’t That A (Public) Shame

Ain’t that a shame
seeing it being
the hottest ticket in town
crowd after crowd
liking it, sharing it,
reveling in the name
of public shaming
because of course
they deserved it
and that somehow
it makes it all right
to make a permanent
mark digitally filed
for all the world to see
to like, to share, to
revel in the name
of public shaming
because of course
they deserved it
who cares if there
is mistaken identity
or even if they did
what they did
have we but forgotten
from kindergarten
all that was taught
play nice with others
if you don’t have
anything nice
to say….
is compassion
is kindness
a lost art
forgotten or
simply not practiced
with it being far
too much more fun
to bask in someone
else’s failures,mistakes
and or misfortunes
to like, to share, to
revel in the name
of public shaming
because of course
they deserved it
never mind that
no one is immune
to stupidity
whatever the age
and part of being
a teenager is
making mistakes
and hopefully
living to tell about it
has not everyone
done something
that was wrong
embarrassing
or wish it could be
taken back
but was never
caught on camera
for the entire world
to see
to like, to share, to
revel in the name
of public shaming
because of course
you deserved it
how quickly we forget
that we are all the same
they
separates us from
humanity, because
seeing people as people
to look them in the eye
to see them as
a son, a daughter
as a father or a mother
or even simply as a
human being
that is forgotten
because it is hard
to hear amidst
all of the screaming
name calling
bullying
of one another
as the cycle
continues
perpetuating into
becoming the norm
to like, to share, to
revel in the name
of public shaming
because of course
they deserved it
but, then again
it’s all fun and games
until they
becomes you
and your name
is in the cross hairs
of the game
with everyone
lining up excited
to see the hottest
ticket in town
maybe then
it is no longer funny
no longer the same
but then again
lost is kindness
and compassion
until then and only then
is it found
once again
within