This is a spontaneous poem I recorded earlier today…
There’s no other place or room I’ve felt beaten up more
Than in a bathroom when I close the door…
For its there behind the door where no one is looking
The mortal beliefs of lack and limit try to weasel their way into my thinking
I used to think those self condemning attacks were me…
That somehow I was the one beating myself up and agreeing
Years of study of spirituality taught me differently…
The opposite of our true likeness parades itself around in our thinking like an inner enemy
And knowing this?
Gave me wings as never before
To realize all those messages of self condemning?
WERE “NOT ME”AFTER ALL
And then ?
So much more
Did I learn how to wage war on them
How to refute them
Squelch them
Deny their validity truth reality or substance…
From fatty and idiot to tubbolard and ass
If “NOT ME” could have a microphone
It has always tried to voice itself loudest and last
But as I’ve learned how to pray the gentle tender
Thought by thought way
No longer does “not me” win its war
No longer am I victimized by its tactics of self condemning hell
If only someone could tap on each tile
And up would pop a poem to help heal that dear one’s thought of her life
But for now I will take this image
And share with you here
A bathroom collection of thought by thought tiles would be ever so neat
I will learn (or find someone) who knows how to code
But for now I am writing and recording my heart out
I want bathrooms and kitchen and bedrooms to be heavens and havens
I want dressing rooms the world over to have messages of empowerment
I want lingerie and mirrors and walls and ceilings
(Where’ver the eye will wander when it wants to escape feeling a victim)
I want them ALL to read YOU ARE ONE with LOVE
And I want someone to know how to wear that thought armor and live and prove that truth thought by thought…
For now using @over I typed a few truths on tiles
I’m sitting (lid closed I wasn’t going potty) on the toilet
Bc these views are what I used to run to
As if staring at any tile would hush the hell messages of”not me” be silenced…
Only as I learned how to pray did I learn how to stomp them out
And so friend reading I share with you this tender image for now
Go into your bathroom or wherever you feel attacked
And write on the actual wall these messages in fact
I’ll share more soon on clothing that I’ve penned
Anywhere any moment thought by thought Love is your forever constant friend
#myheart2yours
#spontaneouspoeming
*please share if this could give someone you love thought armor.