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

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

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?

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

Anger fills the hall.
Sisters fighting together.
Each other, a habit.

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.