The stove did not burn you, you burned yourself by not paying complete attention to your surroundings. Mistakes do happen, but even with those small ones, work on changing the language around how you describe them. Speak in a way that honors your part in the mistake, and make a better choice now, not later. Take responsibility for welcoming the toxic friend back into your life, take responsibility for not being able to sleep because of it, and make a new choice. You are not here to be the emotional punching bag of anyone, and you must choose wisely those that you bring close to your tender heart. Even as you change and grow, there will be those old friends who speak to you in the old way, and expect the old person, in those moments it is in your best interest to respond like the person you are now, not who you were then. Letting go of someone doesn’t have to come with yelling, name calling, and violent text messages. Goodbye, is usually enough. Work on keeping your center as you say goodbye. With no point to prove, and no energy to get riled up and washed away by, notice in that moment that you are creating peace on earth. It is in our small moments of interaction with each other that we give birth to the possibility. A grain of sand makes the beach, a drop of water fills the bucket. Keep always in your heart the possibility of that toxic person or situation changing, write no one off as hopeless. The light reaches all and grows in all. Forgive yourself for your own toxic moments, and you will find compassion to forgive others as well. Have a great week!
This is a prayer for all my friends who are struggling with addiction
for all who have felt the weight grind into their shoulders
until theirs arms fall off in fetal position,
holding on to the air because there’s nothing left
inside of the body they once knew.
This prayer is for you,
silent struggler of secrets,
with claws strong enough to keep you glued
to an old perception that says you are far from God.
This prayer is a crossing signal sending you love,
so that you may cross the street of yourself,
so that you may meet your beauty and strength again.
Shall the arch of the rainbows bend through the combination lock of your chest,
where you have saved too many things in boxes
and forgot your own packaging while keeping everyone else’s secure.
This poem is a prayer to remind you that you’re worthy of being loved more.
You dress up so nicely and smell so good,
but it is the pain in your aura that plays the strings in my heart.
This poem is a prayer for new start,
so that you may free yourself from self sabotage
and how it can look like smooth sailing.
A prayer for God to hold the railing of your heart
as you walk up the steps of love, light,
creativity, passion and purpose unfolding.
This prayer is a thank you for all you have done to keep your heart safe,
but it is a reminder to remove the rusty chains around your ankles and wrists,
that limit your reach to the ceiling, when you have inherited the entire sky.
This prayer is even for the tears that dry before you cry,
tears you want no one else to see,
my vision is beyond this plane,
and your beauty can not hide from me.
This poem is a prayer for all my friends who are struggling with addiction,
who have reached past the 40 year mark,
to find confusion and dreams squeezed of their joy.
I dreamed of a laughing Buddha that said to me “Infinite Second Chances.”
So remove the fear of failure, forgive yourself, and try again.
This poem is a prayer calling for the presence of your highest friend,
I call that presence here now and all our ancestors, angels, and guides,
to keep you illuminated in the knowingness that all is one,
so even your healing is not separate from the soul power inside you.
This poem is a prayer for all my friends suffering from addiction
and I know you’ll make it through.
by Kevon Simpson © 2014
Sweet sultry silent sound
Beyond the sphere cosmic bound
Dancing perfect and quiet melody
All asleep, the hour past three
Closed rapid moving eyes
Hear the snore’s dream filled sighs
That aim to take away restful peace
But angels protect as pain is ceased
Wake you will I comfortably dare
To see astral sparkles on eye lash hair
Catch them will I in cup of hand
To keep in heart crossing deserted land
Kevon Simpson © 2015