Give Anger A Facelift

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Like so many, I have been in a fog, a wet haze, as I have watched the world turn itself upside down. I have retreated, withdrawn myself from the madness and mayhem in hopes of reconnecting with my own knowing. This takes time and discernment…and the grace of fortitude to keep me from the fray.

I have been following sage Buddhist advice by walking away from the spectacle. At this time, there is no winning in discourse, no matter what righteous side or angle your view. Even the most righteous today drink from the well of anger.

It is inevitable that anger begets more anger and as we are exposed to it, we spread it generously like cream cheese on a bagel. It’s nuclear. So picture yourself walking around with dandruff-like nuclear particles which have rained down from the atmosphere.  We are becoming radioactive.

I know it, I feel it. In these months of quiet, I have listened, watched and read the anger and righteousness out there–and I can tell you both have the same energetic intensity. So within, so without. As we digest a daily diet of anger, bubble and percolate in our nasty stew, we begin to express it ourselves and it takes shape in our world.

We are all giving IT permission to exist. We may dress it up real pretty in politeness or  righteousness, but anger in candlelight is still ugly.

What do we do?

To paraphrase the sentiments of Forrest Gump and Keats, beauty is what beauty does.

Be beauty. Do beauty. Take your anger and your convictions and give them a facelift. Turn them into action, into grace. Leave the drama, the spectacles, the talking heads invested in stirring anger, and go and create from your calm.

Create from your passion, your convictions, your love– not your anger. When you create from fear and frustration, what you create is rooted in that. Stop spreading the seeds of anger, inciting hate disguised as something else. Your thoughts have power. Your words are instruments of love and destruction.  What will you create with them?

The world is sideways,
unsure what to do in rain.
Every crevice of earth,
damp and fertile
is ready for planting.
Do we allow anger to mold into ruin?
Do we spread fear like peanut butter and pack it for lunch?
Do we plant lilies to restart our clocks?
The womb is wet and warm, seeded for life.
The climate, fertile for growth,
either way.
I think I will plant lilies,
dropping seeds like my favorite jelly beans,
licorice,
and watch the sweetness take root.

–Lisa Froman (If you are interested in more of my work, check out my book, Tao Flashes, available on Amazon.)

The Way

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My lungs dilate,

weighted with love for

               the way

the crepe myrtle flirts with the birch,

              the way

the dawn greets the grass with wet kisses.

It is too much for my lungs to love.

 

My lungs dilate,

weighted with love for

             the way

the cobweb hangs on a dare,

            the way

the lizard turns invisible on stone,

            the way

the vine climbs the trellis with no arms.

It is too much for my lungs to love.

 

Still, my lungs stretch for more,

more angry skies, more arguing birds.

More spiders weaving their way.

My lungs are forever

greedy,

for that is 

           the way.

 

(Lisa Froman, 2017-copyrighted and cannot be reproduced without my permission)

If you are interested in more of my work, read my book Tao Flashes, A Woman’s Way to Navigating the Midlife Journey with Integrity, Harmony and Grace, available on Amazon.

Worship

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We built temples to house

our attraction to gods.

Worship we did not

the fish-filled seas, the green carpet laid bare,

the heat that warmed the tundra of our being.

 

Instead, we built towers to glorify

green, weigh gold.

Worship we did not,

the tears that watered our valleys,

nor the love that bloomed like a lily in spring,

the places where worship 

should first begin.

 

This work is copyrighted, 2017. Lisa Froman

 

 

Ode to A New Year

Let us raise our glasses to days of ordinary.
Let us toast, I say, to resilience,
To truth that rushes out in four letter words,
And to new years fierce with longing
And daily rapture.
Let us call it all in–
Let us trumpet in tomorrow,
The sounds of dogs in discourse,
The cloudless skies, dry of rain,
And the sweet, sweet hum of ordinary days.
Let us begin.
Again.

 

(Check out my book, Tao Flashes, A Woman’s Way to Navigating the Midlife Journey with Integrity, Harmony and Grace, available on Amazon.)

Abyss Watchers

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Grey sky peers between brush,

Fertilizing nothingness.

A bell rings somewhere,

Thunder agrees.

 

Day turns to night,

To nothingness and chasms.

Yards are watered, keeping nature’s schedule.

And hope, it floats to the surface

From its watery abyss and we sparkle,

Spiraling, a cyclone of activity spitting up dust,

Clearing the path for what’s next.

 

This work is copyrighted and may not be duplicated or reprinted without permission from the author. If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes, available on Amazon. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.

Resistance

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Thunder grumbles in the distance,
the air, thick with heat
carries discord west.

Nearby, a stir, gladness harmonizes into song.
Sound rises up to greet an angry sky.

Discord. Then harmony,
a troupe of birds sing it,
in a chorus of flurry,
they shriek it.

Where do I put my attention?
On the tides of thunder that shake and rattle
the steadiness that is no more?

Or, nearby, I ask.

Hurry, hurry, the thunder roars,
storm warnings no longer ignored,
black and blue sky battle
while we pray for quiet.

Above, the sky splatters, a rorschach
of uncertainty.
Humanity polls and punts
flocks flee, shrieking and scattering
into cavernous space.

Nearby, a stir, a Willow tree shakes and shivers,
emptied of song, et al.
Save for one bird, undisturbed.

There. There is where I will put my resistance.
There.

This work is copyrighted and may not be duplicated or reprinted without permission from the author.

If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes, available on Amazon. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.