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Let my Joy be with you, and my peace accompany you. Here is my Love.
I love the trees I have not seen how much more can I love you?
It ain't about giving and it is not about getting.
Let my Joy be with you, and my peace accompany you. Here is my love. Believe me that there are no conditions on my Love for you. There is no lack of peace within my arms I love you. Peace and love and not slogans they are a way of life. They are a way out of strife they are real and can change your and others life's.
I got real beat real hard by a bully, but not a bully for me.
I ran as hard as I could at the boy beating another boy. I was already crying when my feet left the ground. I just could not take it no more. I had to stop Rocky from pounding on Kenny. I disclocated my shoulder bet came up swinging. And head butting and ready to bite a ear off. I got lucky I only broke a nose and that dang shoulder.
But I earned a friend that day. No not Kenny. But Rocky. Seems he pounded me but broke an arm in the process. And so I helped him with his paper route.
Love bloomed from conflict. We were best pards and he stopped bullying and I stopped fighting for at least six months. By joining together we found peace.
Join with someone. Or better yet God. Then join with others.
Life is short, songs are long.
Why not just love. Is there a damned good reason why I cannot love you.
Can you imagine that I love you because I do not know you.
I am just designed and fixed that way. It creates problems of the own.
I get Baptism. There is one. Not spirit and not water --- but Love!
I would pray for you to be like a child and be held.
My boy is bilingual. I do a lot of meditating and Om to me is Eastern for God. My boy walked up to me and said Omm! Om. Om Om with his arms widespread. I was amazed. Did he hear that from me. No. some time love is simple, Om means up in Viet. He just wanted to be picked up. And then I smiled so hard. What the heck is the difference between crying for God and wanting to be picked up and loved. Sometimes we even cry for it. All of us.
If you do not love your self, my love will be like a stinging bullet.
In order to receive love we must at the very least be receptive of it. Many do not love themselves. So it is a hard row to row. Upstream on the Hudson in a one man crew. But a rower knows to look for stills waters and when to row hard and when to drift or glide.
I want my joy to be your joy. But I cannot make it so. I must let it be so. I must lose myself and let my love and joy go from me to you. It must move as current and not uphill but in a flow filling the void that is there, not butting heads with a rock wall in our riverbed.
Some people will bristle at this hub.
I was riding with a good old friend who worked way back in the 80's for me as an intern she is some kind of pro tem Judge now. And we were in nasty traffic. We both just looked at each other at how others we competitive in their driving. She saw my look and told me that her good church going husband did not care about getting there. He only cared about getting there ahead of the next guy.
Those kind of folk do not have room for love. If you are doing that kind of living. I love you but will not tell you so because it will only make you angry. Buddhist, Christian, Atheist or Hindi. You folks might have room to do you religions but you ain't got no time for love.
I invite to look a little at me. Try to get over your disgust. Try to just imagine a world where letting your brother get there first is better than winning.