The hardened wax of your foe
melted and drips
into your candle glow
He merges in your flame
and multiplies your light.
Author's Notes/Comments:
to Mary Cowell, a saint
**SOME THOUGHTS ON FORGIVING
the ocean minds no rock at her thrown..
the sun minds no missile at him projected
**
She was not bothered by others' negative
movie projections upon her silver screen
**
The sun decided to withhold rays from a particularly unresponsive mud clod.. but decided
after a while this was silly and a waste
of energy and began shining in all 360 degrees
as before
**
Bhagavad Gita paraphrased: When one is going
through negative karma, God removes him from
the memories of his friends
**
Someone hurt by the neglect of a lifetime friend
dreamt that that friend was a black cat
anesthetized on the operating table.. unable
to respond as God removed his sickness
**
Yugavatar Sai Baba: The actor who slaps you
on stage waits behind the curtain to congratulate
you on your performance
**
Jan F: to a former foe: Now I see you as a pure
rushing fountain, adorned only by your own
sweet splashes
**
Forgiving is Fore-Giving.. or being the first
to reach out.. to reach out now
**
Jan F: I was having trouble forgiving someone
and so regressed him mentally to his baby state.
Then it was easy.
Kabir: Forgiveness is a game only saints play.
