Why is it that there are those who make up for a lack of empathy with stupidity
Friday, 21 September 2018
Sunday, 16 September 2018
I have heard a lot lately about Karma. My understanding of Karma is that it is an energy of the world that works on everything going in circles. What you do today comes back to you at another date later in time. And depending how you behaved the comeback will either be pleasant or three times worse. Of late however I have heard the word Karma being used by people who are seeking revenge. It's like Karma is some form of avenging angel who will dole out terrible payback on those who did you wrong. I often wonder how Karma deals with the situation where both opposing sides of the same argument feel equally aggrieved and send the wings of Karma to avenge a wrong? On whose door will Karma knock? And how will Karma know who choose?
Don't get me wrong I am a great believer in the mystical Karma and the world of circles. I understand it meaning and the passive resistance it offers in place of conflict. It pains me to see this being used as a form of vengeance "to get your own back".
Don't get me wrong I am a great believer in the mystical Karma and the world of circles. I understand it meaning and the passive resistance it offers in place of conflict. It pains me to see this being used as a form of vengeance "to get your own back".
Sunday, 9 September 2018
Saturday, 8 September 2018
When do you draw a line under the past and embark on the road to forgiveness?
At what stage can the sins of the past be dismissed from the present?
When is there a time when trust will return after years of being lied to, not only the initial lie but the lies told to cover it?
Can you ever get beyond this/
At what stage can the sins of the past be dismissed from the present?
When is there a time when trust will return after years of being lied to, not only the initial lie but the lies told to cover it?
Can you ever get beyond this/
POEM FOR AUTUMN
By
Lorraine Poulter ©2017
By
Lorraine Poulter ©2017
I open wide the window to let out the last breath of summer and allow to enter the first breath of Autumn.
To trade the long warm days for those of cool, damp evenings.
Farewell to days of idleness
And hello to days of expectation.
Days of fruitfulness, of ripening apples, of growing pumpkins, of plump blackberries bulging in the hedgerows.
To listen to the fall of leaves, to the winds of hope, to gentle whispering mists of rising days,
Of footprints in the rain.
To listen to the fall of leaves, to the winds of hope, to gentle whispering mists of rising days,
Of footprints in the rain.
To behold nights of starry mysteries, of catching memories as they flutter by on leaves,
Of bright moons in deep blue velvet skies that tell of promises of things to come.
Of bright moons in deep blue velvet skies that tell of promises of things to come.
The swirling winds that howl and gather up the fallen,
The churning of trees bowing to the Gods demanding their winter long sleep
thieving the boughs, until nought but bare.
The churning of trees bowing to the Gods demanding their winter long sleep
thieving the boughs, until nought but bare.
The farmer puts up his hoe, he tills one more time, this death is not the end.
The seed not gathered is blown asunder and lies dormant until the spring.
The seed not gathered is blown asunder and lies dormant until the spring.
A time of reflection, of remembrances, of thoughtfulness.
A moment of thoughts of future kind.
A time of merging shadows, of sliver beams, of softening rays of gold.
A moment of thoughts of future kind.
A time of merging shadows, of sliver beams, of softening rays of gold.
Autumn, you have arrived.
Monday, 3 September 2018
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