I witness a neighbor's child yelling from the bus stop at her grandmother.
The girl, dressed in her red shirt, as angry as the color red,
forehead crimped in frustration, shows a burden she cannot comprehend.
The grandmother, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, walks half the distance to the girl.
Grandmother:
-arm raised she shakes her finger in admonition
-speaking language
-familiar sound to the child
-unintelligible to one so young.
With eyes of compassion, I see a dialogue unheard:
Girl: I want to be safe and not feel worried.
Grandmother: Grow up now.
I don't have patience for you.
Girl: I'm unhappy and I don't know why.
I need your love and guidance, but I don't know to ask for this.
Grandmother: I'm unhappy and I don't know why.
I need love and patience but I don't know how to ask for this .
The need to be heard, seen, understood, loved- intrinsic.
Inability to understand is commonplace.
In cacophony of mind, frustrated culture of deadlines, humans wither.
Child and grandmother suffer the same struggle.
The need for love.
It's many manifestations flow from one source.
It's frequency requires silence of mind.
In world of static, child and grandmother become blind to love
-frustrated without it.
Conundrum of anger, hate, and discord.
Anger surfaces like oil atop of the ocean, obscuring beauty below.
Introspection.
Solitude.
Reveals what is.
The miracle of all beings.
No right.
No wrong.
No winning.
No losing.
Only peace.
Understanding.
Sought in churches, temples,
mountain passes, ocean shores,
connecting to one another.
Found without seeking.
Within and without.
So, here is how to change the World:
When the cashier is angry and rude, love.
When a child is ornery and disobedient, love.
When hurt, love.
When anger forms words, cover them with loving words.
When hands raise to point a finger,
spread all fingers and reach with love.
Don't tolerate abuse.
Don't be changed by it.
Refuse it the meal that allows it to grow.
It is hungry because it must feed constantly or perish.
Love doesn't need to feed.
Love feeds joy.
Knowing no limits.
Powerful, it provides a glimpse of heaven on earth.
Claim your place in joy. In love.
Love,
Pam.
The girl, dressed in her red shirt, as angry as the color red,
forehead crimped in frustration, shows a burden she cannot comprehend.
The grandmother, dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, walks half the distance to the girl.
Grandmother:
-arm raised she shakes her finger in admonition
-speaking language
-familiar sound to the child
-unintelligible to one so young.
With eyes of compassion, I see a dialogue unheard:
Girl: I want to be safe and not feel worried.
Grandmother: Grow up now.
I don't have patience for you.
Girl: I'm unhappy and I don't know why.
I need your love and guidance, but I don't know to ask for this.
Grandmother: I'm unhappy and I don't know why.
I need love and patience but I don't know how to ask for this .
The need to be heard, seen, understood, loved- intrinsic.
Inability to understand is commonplace.
In cacophony of mind, frustrated culture of deadlines, humans wither.
Child and grandmother suffer the same struggle.
The need for love.
It's many manifestations flow from one source.
It's frequency requires silence of mind.
In world of static, child and grandmother become blind to love
-frustrated without it.
Conundrum of anger, hate, and discord.
Anger surfaces like oil atop of the ocean, obscuring beauty below.
Introspection.
Solitude.
Reveals what is.
The miracle of all beings.
No right.
No wrong.
No winning.
No losing.
Only peace.
Understanding.
Sought in churches, temples,
mountain passes, ocean shores,
connecting to one another.
Found without seeking.
Within and without.
So, here is how to change the World:
When the cashier is angry and rude, love.
When a child is ornery and disobedient, love.
When hurt, love.
When anger forms words, cover them with loving words.
When hands raise to point a finger,
spread all fingers and reach with love.
Don't tolerate abuse.
Don't be changed by it.
Refuse it the meal that allows it to grow.
It is hungry because it must feed constantly or perish.
Love doesn't need to feed.
Love feeds joy.
Knowing no limits.
Powerful, it provides a glimpse of heaven on earth.
Claim your place in joy. In love.
Love,
Pam.
