Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box …a poem

January 27, 2013 — Sex, Spirit, Soul Mates and Chocolate....Ivonne's Journey

Slowly, cautiously,

I moved towards the box…..

I touched it with fear…..

I touched it with loathing…..

It held my scars

It held my hurts

I did not even know

that it was there…

It took so long to find

buried deep within

my mind….

My hand shook

my hand  trembled

as it reached for the lid…..

about to release what had been hid

I closed my eyes

for fear of what I would find

but I had to find my way out

of the dark abyss …….

or I would lose my mind…….

and as I opened her up

the light pierced my soul

and every hurt,

and every pain,

and every loss,

ripped through my body

yet again……

until all that was left

was my heart and soul…..

made anew

bathed in the light of peace.

~♥ ivonne p montijo ♥~© 2013

To Let Go

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 To let go does not mean to stop caring,

 it means I can’t do it for someone else.

 To let go is not to cut myself off,

 it’s the realization that I can’t control another.

 To let go is not to enable, but to allow

learning from natural consequences.

 To let go is to admit powerlessness,

 which means the outcome is not in my hands.

 To let go is not to try to change or blame another,

 it’s to make the most of myself.

 To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

 To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.

 To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

 To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,

 but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

 To let go is not to be protective, it’s to permit another to face reality.

 To let go is not to criticize, or regulate anyone,

 but to try to become what I dream I can do.

 To let go is to fear less, and to love more.

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 Author - Louise Hay

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 ME and the Boss

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Parable of the Rose

A certain man planted

a rose and watered it

faithfully and before it

blossomed, he examined it.

He saw the bud that

would soon blossom,

but noticed thorns upon

the stem and he thought,

“How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?”

 Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom,

it died.

 So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God like qualities planted

in us at birth growing amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see

only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us.

We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.

 Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them.

One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find

the rose within others. This is the characteristic of love–to look at a person and know their true

faults. Accepting that person into your life, while recognizing the nobility in their soul.

Help them to realize that they can overcome their faults. If we show them the rose, they will

conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.

 As I always say some people grumble that roses have thorns

I am thankful that thorns have roses..

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Author Unknown....

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Coincidence...I think not...just another God incident..
I wrote a blog entitled "Virtue" the other day and a friend responded by
noting that we lose our virtues at birth. I disagreed, virtues are always in
the bud, if we tend to our garden the beauty will always shine forth,
regardless of the number of thorns that our stems may carry.
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Today, let your virtues come to bloom.
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ME and the Boss
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