I just discovered Lady Lee's website and it is full of great reading... In particular, I totally enjoyed her poetry section. I only wish that eveyone one of us was taught spiritualilty the way that I was taught poetry. I was taught to read it from 2 or 3 perspectives... Read it to discover something about the author, Read it to discover something about yourself, then read through it and feel the essence that surrounds you. It's strange, but when I keep these simple methods in mind, I can always find some good in what was said. The sad poems, especially, really touch me. They let me know that through all the pain and suffering that someone else has endured, that they are healing and that they are thankful... I don't have a website at this time, but I would like to share a poem I wrote about codependency... I don't know about you, but I never realized how codependent I was upon what my counselor refered to as my "super-parent"... thats when he uncovered my JW background and it all came together (or should I say, I fell apart ) I'd love to read everyone elses.
A Butterfly, A Man…
There was a man that caught a butterfly while sitting on a bench He felt proud he could capture such beauty
There was another man that sought a butterfly while sitting on a bench He felt proud such beauty could capture him
The first man displayed the beauty of his butterfly He gleamed with joy knowing he possessed such a sight
The other man shared the beauty of the butterfly He gleamed with joy knowing he sighted such a possession
The first man tried to find pleasure in his butterfly He was lost when he saddened his butterfly
The other man tried to give pleasure to the butterfly He was saddened when he lost the butterfly
The first man watched his butterfly dry away He was overtaken by his spirit to maintain her fairness
The other man watched the butterfly fly away He was overtaken by his fairness to maintain her spirit
The first man said he loved his butterfly So it was, that his life flew by because of the way of his butterfly
The other man said he loved the butterfly So it was, the butterfly flew by because of the way of his life
If you were a butterfly and I were a man, which man am I?
gambit