Only love is true

That's a nice thing, I really like this take on that write, I wrote it some time ago, maybe a year? I liked it for it's lack of drama when I saw it in my bundle today, it would not have made it to song as it would have been originally written & would have ended up lost forever, so I rescued it from my own neglect. I really enjoyed your perspective, & thank you for being ok if I don't change it... I certainly see what you suggest & it makes sense & is a pleasure to contemplate, but it actually changes the sentiment of the poem far beyong what I feel I wanted to communicate... I will try to be succinct in explaining: I prefer to speak in the positive whenever I can, so to put more emphasis of the temporary re that line would feel like I would be looking to attract that, I want a stronger (but not over powering) pull to the fact that I can shine (but I still suffer the legacy of my mother's Catholic upbringing, to acknowledge that we shine in our generation is still a little uncomfortable, besides, to shine ALL the time would reduce the dazzle of the shine & be exhausting I imagine!) No one really shines ALL the time not dazzlingly anyway. Oh am falling asleep... thanks again for exploring my work, feel free, you have a good manner that is not too intrusive, yet invite major reviewing of perspective. Cheers Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Hi Beki, thank you , glad it's lovely for you, I think it's the way we are in the world, you & I. Wrote this about a year ago, but I picked it up yesterday & liked it's simplicity. I do believe love sorts so much in the world, if people just got in touch with it, we are all so guarded & stingy with our love so much of the time... I know it sounds so cliche & hippy flippy, but there is truth in it I think Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Heh heh heh. This is a gorgeous little piece Gee, made me chuckle away happily. Ah yes, yes & yes to all of that, totally agree Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Hi Chuck, I LOVE that song actually, though I come to it much later in life & in far more happy circumstances, at a gospell singing workshop with a bunch of brilliant fun folk, with a ton of wonderful harmony, an absolute joy. It's a shame your experience was so negative in this respect, I used to lecture drama, even for shy people it can be such a wonderful & healing thing, I guess people don't always take the care necessary to support our lovely shy ones. I'm not sure if you actually enjoyed the poem or not, but even if you didn't I am pleased to have moved you to visit, I like what you have to say & I like the things you write, (in the wee hours this morning I saw something you wrote, lovely... was I awake enough to comment?... can't even remember!)... You were one of the first I discovered here that moved me so deeply, I still remember that poem about the deer & the tenderness & somehow an intense loneliness, but the embracing of beauty. ps, is that a raccoon? We don't have such things here of course, be like having a possum in the house (not the same as your possums). Cheers Chuck ta for dropping in So, thank you for encouraging me to continue... I kind of have to, are you the same? I have always HAD to write ever since I was really young, even if it seemed like it was for nothing, which it was most of my life, that was a bit depressing at times. That's why I love this place so much. Still, I am so glad you like what I do, that's a special little treat for me, a little bit of faery dust, or a sweet smooth gem to pop in my pocket, to secretly soothe my palm in a quiet moment. Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

You are so clever how you can condense your history O', so much feel & echoes of the sense it left you with in so few lines, I really admire it. A hard life often brings such beautiful legacy, & look at you now my friend, you have managed to transform so much of that difficulty, I feel akin in that way, I am proud of us, stepping beyond what might have understandably found us in degradation!! No, not small at all... you shine dear O', wonderfully Glad you like it it is about a year old, maybe more, but I picked it up yesterday & wanted to post it, I can't even remember exactly what was going on, a little of it, but the sense of resilliance was what appealed to me. As you have written here as well. Thank you x Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Wow, thanks Lonnie, that means a lot. I do wish love were more valued in a more wholesome way than it is in the world... still look at us all here! We do pretty well with it. Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."

Leahanae, thank you. Like I said earlier, I wrote this about a year ago, found it in my book & liked the simplicity, most stuff I write, rarely gets a second look. It's just a daggy little write, but everything has its time I guess. ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic

Hi Wafi, thank you, isn't it lovely how it's the little simple things that reach us best sometimes, & truth comes best in it's most simple form. Hope you are well, nice to hear from you. ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic

Hey Janice, thanks honey, yep, really the poem could be stripped back to the title hey!~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic

Hiya Rrrrrrricardo, yeah, bout time I did a more simple thing huh! Thanks so much, lovely comment x ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic