If words have power and create, then let these be healing words. Healing for the pain of people, physical and mental. Healing for the sorrow. Healing for the void. Healing for the loss. Healing for fear. Healing for hatred and anger. Healing for separation. Healing for not knowing. Healing for well-knowing. Healing for the choices that were made, and healing for the choices that were not made.
Healing. Healing. Healing. Healing.
Let’s go to the pain and keep it company.
Let’s go to the sadness and see it.
Let’s go to the void and experience it.
Let’s go to the loss and acknowledge it.
Let’s go to the fear and understand it.
Let’s go to the hatred and be with it.
Let’s go to the anger and give it space.
Let’s go to separation and embrace it.
Let’s live through the unknowing.
Let’s shed some light on knowing.
Let’s leave the choices that were made.
Let’s leave the choices that were not made.
The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was inspired by the Indian Diwali, festival of lights. One of the questions in the blog post was “How do we heal ourselves?”.
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Angela, your post so resonated with me. Words do have the power to heal and your words here are a balm to a sore heart. ❤️
Thank you. Your words warmed my heart.
You are so welcome!
Beautiful poem! This positivity is something the world requires. Thank you for writing this ❤
Powerful, especially those last two lines. (K)
I love it. All I want to say is :
Let’s go….
This does have the feel of a mantra about it and that it could do some bigtime healing if focused on for a sustained period of time.
I read this and it helped. It also reminded me of the new moon ritual we performed yesterday, where the first meditation was to let our intention appear. My head tried to lead me towards peace, but my body refused to go there and instead showed me anger. An anger so powerful that it split me open and shot to the sky.
I’m still working on day 27’s poem I think. I may use the words above as a start for day 28’s.
XO
I would love to read this poem: ” An anger so powerful that it split me open and shot to the sky.” Feels like it wants to be seen.
Yes. I think it does. I’m undertaking steps to get rid of it and let justice take care of it.
Excellent. May I add one? Let’s go to the grief and wash dishes with it. I saw a great cartoon yesterday. It was on Facebook, I don’t know if you can see it: