color me color you a truly new human hue like a bright star crystal clear, drink from its waking waters grieve, keen but re-believe in our incorruptible stellifying power beginning with a galaxy of hands —interconnected hands— that touch with the emitting rays of compassion
when we fall deep into the never-ending abyss where biting, caustic words nip at our shoulders, we forget how to ward them off, but we can. we can with these ingredients: - aloe vera infused with compassion to nurse the acidic sting of those words, - honey that sticks to toxic atoms, protecting us from further damage, - a flame to remind us of our humanity so we can join with **** sapiens across time, - and coffee to give us presence of mind to stay in this very moment. We can take what we need, whenever we need it.
Escapril Day 8! Prompt: ________________ as medicine. I was inspired by self-compassion research (especially Kristen Neff's research). I hope you enjoy this poem!
Spiders are crawling on every flower and they have feet caked in gun powder They invade the blooms of roses in the winter The world is shadowed in doom and my fingers bleed with splinters from the homes of freedom crashing down to rot but this is the hope of a people that grow like moss on fallen trees they stand like those flowers and march like bees They are the bloom of freedom in the dark ages of evil
These are my thoughts on the Ukrainian situation. I stand with you and applaud your strenght and resilience. Let's not forget the reason diplomacy and democracy exist.