“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi
Bitterness creeps like a dark thing
clutching my heart,
making me question my circumstances
I can see it now
covering the corners of my vision,
seeking to torment me
and blind me
to the beauty of the everyday…
To be discontented
and grumble about my life.
When envy grows
I am resentful
so I must exhume it
from my body,
before its tentacles spread out
and poison my heart.
I speak out it’s malice
and like an unholy black mist
into the ether.
And because it’s been here before
I recognize its path of destruction,
like a hurricane blowing through,
leaving me vulnerable to its elements.
I know it’s serpentine nature
creeping up on me,
dropping thoughts into my mind,
putting bitter words into my heart,
when I’m most vulnerable,
when my body is weak,
when I can’t see a hopeful future,
and the days are just too long!
I know I must nip it in the bud
and snuff it out
before it takes hold!
And then to cover my shame
I let love in
I let it wash over me
in colors of the rainbow,
in the tempo of the skies,
with the harmony of all my senses.
And the lilies of the fields
of how brightly arrayed I am,
the birds of the air
that I am loved beyond measure…
And then I await the arrival of butterflies…