I Am No Longer a Hostage of Your Moral Poverty.
I no longer spend my days in a delusional dystopia, dizzily dancing in a claustrophobic circus. Now I dance when and with whom I want.
Browsing Tag:
insult
This Is How Love Works.
We owe it to ourselves and to our collective consciousness to seek to understand rather than deride. To seek to love rather than to hate.
Drop the Bomb and Let It Burn: Ode to the F-Word. {poetry}
Now, when little ones are on the scene?
My language is immaculate. Pristine.
That stipulation becomes a way
of bringing mindfulness to each word I say.
F-bombs become a tool
of my own mindfulness school.
I keep to heart this one rule:
If I can see a child,
my language remains ...