If you’re feeling sad, sorry or spiteful,
please remember that your own “ill will”
may be more harmful to you
than whatever seems to be causing it.
And when you harm your self,
you’re not helping ANYONE.
9/7
If you’re feeling sad, sorry or spiteful,
please remember that your own “ill will”
may be more harmful to you
than whatever seems to be causing it.
And when you harm your self,
you’re not helping ANYONE.
9/7
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If the sky within you darkens,
and storm clouds brew,
recall that your own turbulence
may wreak more havoc
on your internal seas
than any external tempest.
Harboring ill will
is like clutching hot coals,
burning no one
but yourself.
And in this self-inflicted wound,
you become both assailant and victim,
unraveling threads of harmony
that connect you to the cosmic whole.
When your thoughts grow thorny
and your heart feels encased in ice,
remember that this frozen state
serves neither you nor the universe.
It’s a glacier moving against the flow
of love and connection,
grinding down the peaks of your potential.
If you find it challenging to heal for your sake,
think of it as a service to the grand scheme.
For every frown turned upside-down,
every grudge released into the ether,
sends ripples across the pond of existence,
altering the choreography
of the dance we all partake in.
For when you harm yourself,
you cast shadows
on the luminescent web
that ties us all,
altering the intricate balance
that sustains the cosmic play
we all are a part of.
We are Space Monkey.