The Opposite

I believe we have angels. I do not believe we have demons. Hate exists not as a form and energy opposite of love, but as a construct of fear. As our fear, then our hate, feeds a form in our minds - we punish and cause suffering. It is self-inflicted. It is self-judgement with only hidden questions underneath.

Angels are the true fabric of love and spirits.

Demons are the fear of our own power to ruin our own lives.
Please, let me search until they waste.

One

Thank you, loving ones.

I can understand my fear

through your guidance.

And I have courage to question my anger

by the roots of your compassion.

Thank you, solid one.

I can learn of change and grow through your language –

hearing your words and watching your body.

And I can feel the ease of calm

by the push of your skin.

Thank you, spirit of self.

Living by your bright wings and in your wind,

I can fill spaces – retreat in wild time.

Led by new life,

I can feel the young, young self of spirit.

Thank you, soul of self.

Living in your soil, I can move to return 

and create to deepen.

Followed by ancestors,

I can feel the old, old, self of soul.

Thank you, magic one.

I can hold your hand

by breathing into my lungs.

I can ask you questions by praying with

the open air,

a dark space -

your Light.

Memories

Turn to

that great swirling sky.

Dive in

that deep mixing ocean.

Lie on

that sweet smelling earth.

Hold on to

that warm, soft body.

My life is 

wondrous anticipation of collectable memories.

And in my pockets

I will turn them over and over like a stone.