Sometimes the hardest thing about blogging is the readers’ comments.
When I read comments, in fact when I read any words, each word resonates energetically with me.
For the most part, some 99.5 percent of the comments I read on this site are supportive and kind. But there is always that half percent, that few that seem to rise above the rest, like serpents from the murky waters, and shatter what joy was carried with their jagged teeth and rugged scales of anger.
I can feel the anger in certain words. I can feel judgment, dismay, demise. I can feel jealousy, confusion, and mental clutter. I can feel some need to challenge, fight, or crush.
I have to remind myself that others’ words are not a reflection of me. I have to shake myself much like a dog, and flick away all the leech-like fear seeded in some comments.
I have to remember whomever writes words that are not beneficial to my spirit is in desperate need of hope and love. I have to remind myself that their pain is my pain. And the best I can do is to pray for the individual. To visualize the person finding support, clarity, and a release from whatever holds him or her prisoner.
Love, love, love
Words from air
Words from mind
Words that soar out
To feed upon
All these words
Dancing on the pages of my endless sky
Like clouds at sundown
Fading after their last performance
Some bleed upon the horizon
Seep into the waters
Some drift away
Must I scribe
To show the power
Of word essence
Oozes out of letters
And finds substance
With hands that harvest or hold
Inside this heart of mine