Hatred is created by self narrative
Narrative is human to the core
To find the way to peace
Create stories in your mind no more
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Hatred is created by self narrative
Narrative is human to the core
To find the way to peace
Create stories in your mind no more
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
The sun will burn till it doesn’t
The heart will beat till it don’t
Worry is a thing I wouldn’t
Do because I won’t
Manage the details and aspects
Of that I cannot control
So I’ll let the world sort through it’s cycles
And ease the burden and toll
Of the weight that builds up sometimes
At the base of my neck and my spine
I’ll listen to the wind, rain, and earth’s hum
And my thoughts will become once again mine
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
The waterfall knows no equanimity
In early spring it rages
From the remnants of melting snow
In fall it is bone dry
Depleted
From the heat of the scorching summer
In winter it is still
The water cold and iced upon its rocks
The effort is
Throughout the seasons
To keep the waterfall in your mind
From early summer
When it is steady
Calm
Flowing
The water will escape its state
It always does
As will you
The effort is holding
Equanimity in your mind
When late spring is gone
And the water is a storm
Or drought
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
I inhale the weight of madness
I exhale the weight of light
I acknowledge my sadness
I acknowledge it is with myself I fight
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013