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Danna Evans May 2014
It is all a play.
We are simply acting out,
Infinite versions.

You cannot be right.
You are simply a version.
You cannot be wrong.

Infinite Versions,
Endless experiences.
Many ways of one.
Danna Evans May 2014
Anger fills the hall.
Sisters fighting together.
Each other, a habit.
This poem belongs with my other poem,

A FLEETING GIFT
Laughter fills the hall.
Sisters playing together.
Each other, a gift.

Danna
Danna Evans May 2014
My mottos matter.
Yours do too.
What you believe
Becomes true for you.

Her motto was that
Hard work was the key.
She never had fun.
How could she?

She always worked hard.
She believed that she ought to.
The question remains,
What is your life's motto?
Danna Evans May 2014
My thoughts circle in worry,
Dripping resentment and judgment
Into the purity of now.  Help me.
I know what I do, but I do and I do and I do.


Danna Evans
When we see our bad habits as a choice for the first time, we are given the gift of vision, but the curse of the remaining repetitive action.  It's so painful to watch ourselves trip and fall.  I try to remind myself the progress is IN the tripping and the falling.
Danna Evans May 2014
Laughter fills the hall.
Sisters playing together.
Each other, a gift.
Today my two girls were playing in the hallway and laughing.  I thought what a gift they are to one another in this moment, right now.  A fleeting gift, but a gift.  The simple beauty of it inspired the haiku.
Danna Evans May 2014
I used to say,
In a judgmental way,
This is what forty five looks like.
I used to preach,
In my ego speech,
Get bangs not Botox.
Be like me.
Be whole, be pure,
Being real is the cure.
Be like me.
But now I see,
How my judgments blinded me
Of who you are
While I hissed…be like me.
Now I see
What I missed…you are like me.
I am sorry sister.
I judged myself as true
And in turn I ended up judging you.
Forgive me.
For I am you and
You are me.

   Danna Evans

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