Rather than asking you to reread that which was added
To post 961 upon awakening, today, I chose to
Copy additional insights, right here
I believe these added insights prove vital to the path that
I've consciously chosen as my own for this reason:
As stories continue to chug out of my mind
These insights, along with countless others
Will open your eyes as to why
The consummate pleaser in me will grow up to be
A compassionate woman who, step by step, felt eager to develop
A flexible mind of her own, and as working toward developing
A sense of flexibility suggests intuition guiding me toward
Embracing new schools of thought, you'll get a bird's eye view of
Changes in many of my mind sets, which had
Rustled the feathers of the old guard, thereby causing
Annie to encounter years of stormy weather whenever
My expanded points of view set rosy or darkened lenses aside
In favor of perceiving of loved ones
Through the lenses of clarity, more readily than
Had been possible when the youthful version of me had
Focused on being accepted by this group or that group rather than
Setting my sights upon questing toward deeper truth on my own
As questing toward deeper truth creates unrest in
The defensive breasts of those whose
Feathers feel ruffled when confronted with
Details that reflect reality over traditional beliefs
You'll see a portion of my loved ones feel so threatened as to
Have disparaged my hard won, character traits in hopes of
Silencing my voice each time common sense deemed
Their perceptions as being so rosy or darkened
As to defy common sense
At this time, please note that my personal quest to
Embrace flexibility of thought (thus expanding
The narrow framework of my views) does not
Suggest that I go out of my way to shout out painful facts
Which spotlight the views of others as wrong; in fact
Quite the opposite is true in that
Rather than convincing others of the narrowness of
Their thought patterns, I tend to
Listen more attentively, today, than ever before, in hopes of
Enriching my mind with views of life that had escaped
My thought processing center during the days of my youth, when
I'd been unable to differentiate between
Personal perceptions, which had proved shallow vs.
Perceptions steeped in thought so deep as to have unearthed
A treasure chest filled with insights into empowering oneself
To love compassionately rather than
Defensively, judgmentally or self righteously
And as you and I search through this treasure chest, overflowing
With golden rules and pearls of wisdom
We may create a sturdy bridge upon which we'll discuss
Differing points of view so calmly as to stumble upon
The humility and courage to meet in the middle
Where safe haven of our own making provides us with
A sacred place in which like-minds can
Walk and talk and gaze deeply into each other's eyes, because
Each time we open windows into our souls, our hearts will
Engage within a safe haven of our own making where the
Peaceful serenity of true love's spiritual purity offers
The minds of two individuals refuge from the noisy fray, where
Swiftly swirling rapids swallow up the maddening crowd, who
Bellow so fiercely at each other's shortcomings that
None can hear intuition imploring us all to seek insight into
Thinking deeply and wisely before our treasured friendships
Drown within self inflicted wounds in record time
Though once I'd felt the need to
Swim in the midst of an ocean of 'friends'
Today, a pond-like setting beckons my existential heart
To feel at home
Whew!
In addition to identifying myself as a person
Swimming, salmon-like, upstream, while working
To separate my mind sets from the darkened viewpoints of
The maddening crowd, swirling furiously around me
I refuse to allow any attempt to pull me down to drown
My hopes that, with positive focus intact
Change for the better will surely take place on
A global scope, and with that positively focused goal
On the horizon as well as in the forefront of my mind
I now embrace growing pains as gracefully as
Is humanly possible, while continuing to
Focus my sights upon gaining insight into
How best to weather darkened views that
Thunder down upon my hard earned character traits until
I am once again accepted as a person, who has
Grown to be uniquely individuated from those I love, and
As that has been the case, time and again, my pain, upon
Listening to tirades disparaging my character traits
Has lessened, considerably, not because
I've become tough skinned, but because
Attacks to my character bounce naturally
Right off my heightened level of self esteem, which
Acts LESS like a boomerang, more like
A trampoline, in that I feel no need to
Defend myself by attacking back
And BTW, as soul searching causes
My negatively focused traits
To grow more apparent to me, I've come to
Recognize a universal need for
Each of us to grow ever more self aware in hopes of
Identifying personal vulnerabilities, at
Our own pace, and as we glean insight into
Working, peaceably together, to
Repair heartfelt, yet strained, relationships, perhaps
Two people with differing points of view may rejoice in
Each other's presence while both
Are still on this side of the grass
Seriously, though my precious mother
Who was treasured by all who'd met her
Lived to dance through 100 years, I believe
She'd be amongst the first to sit on
My left shoulder (nearest my heart) nodding her
Lovely head in agreement each time Socrates
Sitting, like Jiminy, on my right shoulder
Implores me to Know Myself, more deeply, today, than
Had been possible, yesterday, because ...
Life's too short to look at our traits
Through rose colored lenses, while perceiving
The traits of loved ones through dark lenses, forever
Double whew!
And now, having sufficiently tired my think tank out
Tis time for your friend, Annie, to rise to
The challenge of greeting the rest of my life, knowing that
My precious Mom is holding hands with
My beloved Dad, while both confer directly with Socrates
As this trio of stout-hearted individuals hover over me
Directing my intuition toward remaining focused upon a path
That Mom and Dad had not always understood or
Agreed with when we three mortals had chosen
To march to the tune of our own drummers while
Each of us faced life's challenges by openly confronting
Our differences, hand in hand in hand
And rather than anyone of us growing so defensive as to
Burn bridges, the regenerative power of our love
Offered us countless opportunities to
Clearly say everything that was on our minds
And thus, before the end of life whisked
My cherished parents away
I felt free to clarify, aloud, everything
They'd each meant to me, while they'd had time
To clarify everything I'd meant to them
And thus have these enriching experiences
Taught me to appreciate this insight into
Loving each other ever more deeply rather than defensively:
Though understanding each other's views may
Remain unresolved, heralding each other's
Most admirable character traits far outweighs
Concentrating upon pointing out that which
You perceive of as your loved ones' personal flaws.
Hopefully, my stories provide you with clarity into
The fact that my primary goal is to encourage
More of us to identify and conquer
Our own defensive reactions, which tend to
Separate every one of us from
Experiencing love in its purest form
And having pulled today's train of thought into this station
My tired noggin says nuff said for one day
Hopefully, tomorrow, my time machine will
Whisk us back to Poland, where
We'll pull into station 1913
And hopefully
The sadness that weighs heavy in my heart, today,
Will lift while I offer you the pleasure of meeting
My beloved father Jack's parents ...
My Grandma Bailey and Grandpa Yacob ...
Who had been … Oy gevalt ... first cousins ...
Oh yes, here's one missing detail that completes
Today's train of thought, concerning the regenerative process
To which your mind must relate if the purity of love is to be yours:
If you've been attentive to the history of my blog, thus far
You may recall that Will and I had sound reason to
Separate twenty years ago … (Uh, on second thought,
I've not yet revealed why separation had proved necessary
But you can believe me when I say that sound reason
Existed, and one day, when that story
Unfolds on your screen, as naturally
As stories, penned in the past, you'll have the opportunity
To judge for yourself as to whether
My perception is on target or not)
At any rate, as our impassioned differences had not
Caused us to burn bridges on either side
Will and I will enjoy dinner, together, tonight, though
I have no clue as to where we'll dine, because
On every anniversary, for the past twenty years
Will delights in surprising me
And the reason I mentioned our anniversary is because
Today happens to be our 48th :)
Tomorrow, Bailey and Yacov are sure to appear ...
To post 961 upon awakening, today, I chose to
Copy additional insights, right here
I believe these added insights prove vital to the path that
I've consciously chosen as my own for this reason:
As stories continue to chug out of my mind
These insights, along with countless others
Will open your eyes as to why
The consummate pleaser in me will grow up to be
A compassionate woman who, step by step, felt eager to develop
A flexible mind of her own, and as working toward developing
A sense of flexibility suggests intuition guiding me toward
Embracing new schools of thought, you'll get a bird's eye view of
Changes in many of my mind sets, which had
Rustled the feathers of the old guard, thereby causing
Annie to encounter years of stormy weather whenever
My expanded points of view set rosy or darkened lenses aside
In favor of perceiving of loved ones
Through the lenses of clarity, more readily than
Had been possible when the youthful version of me had
Focused on being accepted by this group or that group rather than
Setting my sights upon questing toward deeper truth on my own
As questing toward deeper truth creates unrest in
The defensive breasts of those whose
Feathers feel ruffled when confronted with
Details that reflect reality over traditional beliefs
You'll see a portion of my loved ones feel so threatened as to
Have disparaged my hard won, character traits in hopes of
Silencing my voice each time common sense deemed
Their perceptions as being so rosy or darkened
As to defy common sense
At this time, please note that my personal quest to
Embrace flexibility of thought (thus expanding
The narrow framework of my views) does not
Suggest that I go out of my way to shout out painful facts
Which spotlight the views of others as wrong; in fact
Quite the opposite is true in that
Rather than convincing others of the narrowness of
Their thought patterns, I tend to
Listen more attentively, today, than ever before, in hopes of
Enriching my mind with views of life that had escaped
My thought processing center during the days of my youth, when
I'd been unable to differentiate between
Personal perceptions, which had proved shallow vs.
Perceptions steeped in thought so deep as to have unearthed
A treasure chest filled with insights into empowering oneself
To love compassionately rather than
Defensively, judgmentally or self righteously
And as you and I search through this treasure chest, overflowing
With golden rules and pearls of wisdom
We may create a sturdy bridge upon which we'll discuss
Differing points of view so calmly as to stumble upon
The humility and courage to meet in the middle
Where safe haven of our own making provides us with
A sacred place in which like-minds can
Walk and talk and gaze deeply into each other's eyes, because
Each time we open windows into our souls, our hearts will
Engage within a safe haven of our own making where the
Peaceful serenity of true love's spiritual purity offers
The minds of two individuals refuge from the noisy fray, where
Swiftly swirling rapids swallow up the maddening crowd, who
Bellow so fiercely at each other's shortcomings that
None can hear intuition imploring us all to seek insight into
Thinking deeply and wisely before our treasured friendships
Drown within self inflicted wounds in record time
Though once I'd felt the need to
Swim in the midst of an ocean of 'friends'
Today, a pond-like setting beckons my existential heart
To feel at home
Whew!
In addition to identifying myself as a person
Swimming, salmon-like, upstream, while working
To separate my mind sets from the darkened viewpoints of
The maddening crowd, swirling furiously around me
I refuse to allow any attempt to pull me down to drown
My hopes that, with positive focus intact
Change for the better will surely take place on
A global scope, and with that positively focused goal
On the horizon as well as in the forefront of my mind
I now embrace growing pains as gracefully as
Is humanly possible, while continuing to
Focus my sights upon gaining insight into
How best to weather darkened views that
Thunder down upon my hard earned character traits until
I am once again accepted as a person, who has
Grown to be uniquely individuated from those I love, and
As that has been the case, time and again, my pain, upon
Listening to tirades disparaging my character traits
Has lessened, considerably, not because
I've become tough skinned, but because
Attacks to my character bounce naturally
Right off my heightened level of self esteem, which
Acts LESS like a boomerang, more like
A trampoline, in that I feel no need to
Defend myself by attacking back
And BTW, as soul searching causes
My negatively focused traits
To grow more apparent to me, I've come to
Recognize a universal need for
Each of us to grow ever more self aware in hopes of
Identifying personal vulnerabilities, at
Our own pace, and as we glean insight into
Working, peaceably together, to
Repair heartfelt, yet strained, relationships, perhaps
Two people with differing points of view may rejoice in
Each other's presence while both
Are still on this side of the grass
Seriously, though my precious mother
Who was treasured by all who'd met her
Lived to dance through 100 years, I believe
She'd be amongst the first to sit on
My left shoulder (nearest my heart) nodding her
Lovely head in agreement each time Socrates
Sitting, like Jiminy, on my right shoulder
Implores me to Know Myself, more deeply, today, than
Had been possible, yesterday, because ...
Life's too short to look at our traits
Through rose colored lenses, while perceiving
The traits of loved ones through dark lenses, forever
Double whew!
And now, having sufficiently tired my think tank out
Tis time for your friend, Annie, to rise to
The challenge of greeting the rest of my life, knowing that
My precious Mom is holding hands with
My beloved Dad, while both confer directly with Socrates
As this trio of stout-hearted individuals hover over me
Directing my intuition toward remaining focused upon a path
That Mom and Dad had not always understood or
Agreed with when we three mortals had chosen
To march to the tune of our own drummers while
Each of us faced life's challenges by openly confronting
Our differences, hand in hand in hand
And rather than anyone of us growing so defensive as to
Burn bridges, the regenerative power of our love
Offered us countless opportunities to
Clearly say everything that was on our minds
And thus, before the end of life whisked
My cherished parents away
I felt free to clarify, aloud, everything
They'd each meant to me, while they'd had time
To clarify everything I'd meant to them
And thus have these enriching experiences
Taught me to appreciate this insight into
Loving each other ever more deeply rather than defensively:
Though understanding each other's views may
Remain unresolved, heralding each other's
Most admirable character traits far outweighs
Concentrating upon pointing out that which
You perceive of as your loved ones' personal flaws.
Hopefully, my stories provide you with clarity into
The fact that my primary goal is to encourage
More of us to identify and conquer
Our own defensive reactions, which tend to
Separate every one of us from
Experiencing love in its purest form
And having pulled today's train of thought into this station
My tired noggin says nuff said for one day
Hopefully, tomorrow, my time machine will
Whisk us back to Poland, where
We'll pull into station 1913
And hopefully
The sadness that weighs heavy in my heart, today,
Will lift while I offer you the pleasure of meeting
My beloved father Jack's parents ...
My Grandma Bailey and Grandpa Yacob ...
Who had been … Oy gevalt ... first cousins ...
Oh yes, here's one missing detail that completes
Today's train of thought, concerning the regenerative process
To which your mind must relate if the purity of love is to be yours:
If you've been attentive to the history of my blog, thus far
You may recall that Will and I had sound reason to
Separate twenty years ago … (Uh, on second thought,
I've not yet revealed why separation had proved necessary
But you can believe me when I say that sound reason
Existed, and one day, when that story
Unfolds on your screen, as naturally
As stories, penned in the past, you'll have the opportunity
To judge for yourself as to whether
My perception is on target or not)
At any rate, as our impassioned differences had not
Caused us to burn bridges on either side
Will and I will enjoy dinner, together, tonight, though
I have no clue as to where we'll dine, because
On every anniversary, for the past twenty years
Will delights in surprising me
And the reason I mentioned our anniversary is because
Today happens to be our 48th :)
Tomorrow, Bailey and Yacov are sure to appear ...
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