Been spending my evening by reading “The Mastery of Love” by Don Miguel Ruiz. I suggested that people read his book “The Four Agreements”, and I have just started reading his other books. Anyway, I have gotten to “The Perfect Relationship” section and I quickly got a poem done for it. Interesting book!
Sometimes it’s funny, when you read
Other times it’s sad, when you tread
Sodding, walking into perfection
It is what it is, no reflection
Second guessing, must be something
Time is a waste, powerful cuffing
Amen, no puffing
Thank you, bless.
What happens when you change? For whatever reason, you no
longer need the alcohol. It’s okay now to be with yourself, and you
really enjoy it. You no longer drink, but you have the same friends,
and everyone’s drinking. They get numb, they start getting
happier, but you can clearly see that their happiness is not real.
What they call happiness is a rebellion against their own emotional
pain. In that “happiness” they are so hurt that they have fun
hurting other people and hurting themselves.
You no longer fit in, and of course they resent you because you
are no longer like them. “Hey, you are rejecting me because you
no longer drink with me, because you don’t get high with me.”
Now you have to make a choice: You can step back, or you can go
to another level of frequency and meet people who finally accept
themselves like you do. You find there is another realm of reality, a
new way of relationship, and you no longer accept certain kinds of