END FIRST KISS PART 17: GREEK CHORUS (116)

I enjoy working with groups of caring individuals, who are in the process of retuning the positively focused sides of their minds.  And after connecting with one of these individuals, today, I heard this Greek chorus chanting inside my mind—you know—like in a Woody Allen movie:


How often doth opportunity
Knock at a closed door in thy mind
Asking if thee is ready
To heal thyself
Of wounds from the past?


How often doth thee remember that
THE CHOICE to WORK at
Forgiving loved ones for past transgressions
Is as hard for he and she and me
As it is for thee?


In answer to
The Greek Chorus
Here's what
My mind
Said to me:


I can review
Both sides of my history truthfully
Or I can unconsciously hide in denial
By revising history
And separating memory from accuracy


However ...
If I can not muster the courage
To reflect upon wounds incurred by both sides
Then I'll continue to defeat myself
In ways too subtle for me to detect


And so my friends ...
When opportunity knocks
And positive focus beckons to me
To open my eyes and see both sides with accuracy
I open the door, and this is what I see:


I see that fork in the road
Where the path of insight
Coaxes the positive side of my mind
To take another leap of faith
Into a safety net strengthened by love


What love you ask?
The love that splashes forth
From the well within each soul, because ...
The desire of love is to give
The desire of lust is to get (fortune cookie!)


As this well exists
Within oneself
All that's needed
To perk up our spirits is to ...
Tunnel toward that well with bucket in hand


And while tunneling, we'll
Splash a little love here
Splash a little love there
And ...
In case I'm testing your patience ...


I'll throw out
A question
To ease your mind
To mind
What I'm trying to say:


What shall we do
If your well runneth dry?
Good question, right?
WELL—no worries—
And here's why ...   :-)


You see
From time to time
I'll dip into my pail
And after offering you a little nip
I'll take a sip for myself


Then
I'll ask you to pass the pail
And offer a sip down the line
To the next thirsty soul
Who's spirit has been chanting


Water, water, everywhere
But not a drop to drink
And if each of us
Remembers to
Pass this simple plan forward


The endless stream
Of our grass roots movement
May choose
To stop
Passing the buck


And instead of passing the buck
We'll pass a bucket list
Tasting
More of sugar
Than salt 


Then
If what goes around comes around
You'll see why I say that
In the long run
The more I give the more I get ...
(As in love sweet love—rather than bitter regret)


If you're eager to know
How I turned a black hole—
Which felt deep enough to swallow my spirit whole
Into a well overflowing with corny poems singing of love
WELL, my friends, those high spirited stories are yet to come ...


As for now
I don't want to be late
For a very important date
So that's it for today—
Ta da!