Meditation At The Heart
A powerful practice that prevents him from reverting to his past ways. Today everything felt serendipitous. I met a couple who were splendiferous. Ladyewell, near Preston, a Holy Shrine. I met a couple who gladdened my mind.
Lifetime of Tears
I have a lifetime of tears that are trapped like an ocean, deep within the inside of me, The pain and the fears, and a lingering notion that one day they'll all be set free. But for now, as new tears are gathered and added deep behind an impenetrable wall, The pressure increases as the stability decreases, awaiting the eventual fall.
Lust Is Beat
Lust is ugliness disguised as grace. Lust is disgust staring into my face. Lust possesses my entire living space. Lust takes all my hopes to erase. Lust removes the beauty from life. Lust fills the room with unbearable strife.
Clarity—A Miracle of SA Sobriety
Clarity ... clarity is something that I need and wish to have and never lose. Clarity is something that I get when I pause, listen and think. Clarity is a God-given present when I take care of myself and others. Clarity is what I get when I don't let life challenges take over my brain. Clarity is what happens when I try to become a channel of Thy peace. Clarity is when my brain is clear and I can think in a healthy fashion.
The Joy of Serving … The King!
You are the mother I have always longed for Showering me with affection and overwhelming me with love You are the father I never thought I had Raising me into a man and leading me from above
What If?
Loneliness, rejection, and fear have acted as a soundtrack in my head for as long as I can remember. They form rhythm and melodies filled with dissonance. Each track is made complete with a verse, chorus, and bridge:
I Am a Moth
This morning in the hybrid Manchester, US “Not a Glum Lot meeting,” we read the first story “I’m a Sexaholic” from Member Stories 2007. The text from The Real Connection today was entitled “Hidden Desires” and talked about riding a motorcycle too close to the edge of the Grand Canyon.
Poem “The Slogans”
Keep Coming Back, is what they tell me every week; You might think they tell me this mostly tongue in cheek.
Dear ESSAY
Dear ESSAY, thank you for the June edition on Emotional Sobriety. The little camel on my golden necklace reminds me how to live up to emotional sobriety in the following poem an oldtimer recited when he saw it:
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self...
