Being Mean

A few days ago, I was upset at a comment a friend sent to me in an email. I consulted with a trusted friend (BFF!), and responded in a fashion that gave me the upper hand. In the middle of the night I woke up, and in that dream-like state, I sent a note flipping the situation around. Restoring dignity to another, and making myself less. I have spent the most of today wondering why did I do that? Why did I give the other person the upper hand, at the expense of my own ego? My ego would prefer to hold the power. Now after reflection, I am soulfully glad. I am not a mean person. I don’t enjoy seeing others suffer. My reaction to a situation in a half-asleep state is a reflection of who I inherently am. And when ego is set aside, it is who I would rather be. Peace be unto others, and peace be unto myself.

Wish to Me

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A golden key
To wish me
All the love
And success
An enchanted
Key can bring

From my teacher of 1984 ❤

Kindness

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Softened hearts and wisened thoughts
Wholeheartedness and purity
Spreads the scent of righteousness
To those who may need kindness true