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A woman lies naked,
bronzed and cold—nipples taut—
thinks, “Love in the Mountains.”
No explanation reaches toward her,
and what she calls love is nothing
or conquest that flies in the wind.
Certainly turquoise is among flowers
& royal & purple & rust. Eyelashes
guide warrior-wings, puffs of thunder.
She sees everything but
the absent chariot & dangerous thing
Zeus is swinging, way to low.
based on “Love In the Mountains” by Miki
When someone hurts us, offends us, ignores us, or rejects us, a deep inner protest emerges. It can be rage or depression, desire to take revenge or an impulse to harm ourselves. We can feel a deep urge to wound those who have wounded us or to withdraw in a suicidal mood of self-rejection. Although these extreme reactions might seem exceptional, they are never far away from our hearts. During the long nights we often find ourselves brooding about words and actions we might have used in response to what others have said or done to us.
It is precisely here that we have to dig deep into our spiritual resources and find the center within us, the center that lies beyond our need to hurt others or ourselves, where we are free to forgive and love.
emphasis mine
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