..I tell him that there is not any thought or story or feeling or words he can say to me that would create any wrath and he can show me those stories too.. He hears unconditional love, he hears that he can have feelings that aren't reacted to ....but received... I love them so much and I can let them be free....reminds me of a poem by gibran.... They come thru me, they are arrows I release , I pull back my bow and as straight and as steady as I can hold it is as far as it will fly.... I need not hold on for me to have what fills me, in their release I am filled enough with the euphoric feeling of knowing its a bullseye Without needing to check.......
Sunday, January 27, 2013
karen to child 2013
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