And it’s the puppy again that sets impatience in motion. The center of me becomes dark, ugly and explosive. Morning comes again too quickly and like the dog I try to domestic I become not domesticated. Wild emotion fills my present moment and all thought is lost to emotion. Contain it I think. Where to today God? To the bottom of the barrel? To the place where love is displaced by anger? Lead with love I tell myself. Put it on like a coat even if it does not fit. Put it on and cover up and perhaps one day love will fit you completely. I borrow the words saying them loudly to an empty room. “Lead with love” I put my foot forward. It’s a shaky first step one that falters’ on tired and trips over indulgence.
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