November 10th, 2016 10:24pm
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From my "Post-scription" series. (AKA After Words)
Offering Words as Medicine to the Suffering.
"Yesterday was a sad, scary day," he wrote.
He wrote because he mayn't have taken note
of the birdsong, the way the light lay across that
glass, the way the girl giggled, the jib of his hat.
and then he said, he proclaimed, he reminded:
"let's keep spreading love and try to be udnerstanding."
he said he wasn't "experiencing the hatred"
but we know he saw it, we know he felt it, we know
he knew of it. Experience is a choice, it is
not the field, the realm, the context you are in.
here is a man who made a choice, not to change the world
(though that may come; in time.) but a choice to
see the world...a certain way, a loving way, a healing way...
-ShhDragon
(for and with thanks, to Joshua Griffith.)
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2017
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