“What You Resist Persists”– Carl Jung

Written for and published in The Seeds 4 Life

We have resisted anger. We have resisted sadness. We have put on a brave face when our insides were defeated and we have smiled when our insides were sobbing. Did this resistance ever make those feelings and emotions go away? Or did the resistance serve as a mask, slowly fading with every time we resisted what was happening to us?

We have resisted people. We have resisted problems. We have pretended they did not exist and we have pretended they would solve themselves. Did this resistance ever make those people and problems disappear? Or did the resistance present those people and problems in different areas of your life and in inopportune times?

We can run, we can hide, we can resist until we are exhausted. However, resisting is lacking the courage to confront the ghost that needs for us to tell it we see it and we know it’s there. This ghost will continue to haunt us until it is acknowledged, it will persist until it is no longer resisted. Until we tell it “I know you are there anger, I understand why you are angry. I accept you and I am working to make sure you can go in peace.” Or “I know you are there, problem. I am addressing you. I am strong and am working to solve you so you may go in peace.” And know, when they go in peace, you will have peace.

Resisting is like fighting a war to have peace. No war can be fought to have peace. So don’t fight a war, invite what you are resisting in. Have some coffee, some pastries, lively conversations, and send it on its way. Set the table for the next visitor you have been resisting because they will come knocking sooner or later.

Flawed

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Flawed, so beautifully flawed.

But, your essence, my dear

Is perfection.

Even when rain clouds darken your gaze

And the sunlight shines brightness on your face.

Flawed, so beautifully flawed.

But, your essence, my dear

Is perfection.

When you give yourself away…..

 

The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli
 

When you let the mask fall off

Wear your heart on a sleeve

Other masks may fall as well

Or hide behind planned mischief

When you let a stranger in

And share all that you are

They may share back themselves

Or mock your open heart

When you live with compassion

Practice what is kind

They may be of gratitude

Or be manipulative with your mind

When you give yourself away

Completely naked and bare

They may breakdown their walls

Or just leave you standing there

But don’t be so discouraged

If they don’t love your soul

Because what we do, the karma is ours

And what they do, out of our control.

So Give yourself away, be what you would like to see.

Continue to “Be the kind of person, you would like to meet.”

Prism

Vladimir Kush's surreal landscapes
Vladimir Kush’s surreal landscapes

Put your values in other’s hands

expect for them to lay out life’s plans

Concern yourself with their illusion

Be a prisoner to their conclusion

Know inadequacies are self-imposed

From insecurities you expose

These anxieties limit abilities

Reckless smothering of possibilities

Compare yourself to another’s surface

Ignore your reason, God-given purpose

Believe yourself to be inferior

Fall to opinions of false superiors

Know perspective impacts the view

You are the judge, but the object too

Trust you’re substandard or boundless adept

The mind only sees what it’s ready to accept

Assumptions

Nunzio Paci's  Sogno della potatura d'inverno/Dream of winter pruning
Nunzio Paci’s Sogno della potatura       d’inverno/Dream of winter pruning

Conclusions made, lacking proof.

Pictures painted, perspective…aloof.

Fill the doubts with imagination.

Dismiss the points of reservations.

Trust in what perception sees,

All is based on individual beliefs.

Tell the story which fits best.

And the source? Never addressed.

Chase more questions through mind’s halls.

Paranoia painting the thinker’s walls.

Before crazy continues to drive,

And the false stories continues to thrive.

Realize, the ghosts the mind create,

Are only vain assumptions made.

Closed Doors

Vladimir Kush's Vita Memorae
          Vladimir Kush’s Vita Memorae

While you stare at closed doors

Caging yourself in mind’s war

The universe continues to expand

Ready for you to extend your hand.

While you stare at closed doors

Feeling defeated to your core

A window is opened, take a breath

Let your worries go to rest.

While you stare at closed doors

Regretful of the wrong you’ve done before

Know that you have been forgiven

For any malice you have given

While you stare at closed doors

Feeling sorry for your scores

Know, “the only way out, is through”

no one can help you begin, but you.

While you stare at closed doors

Say a prayer,  let love pour

Turn around and leave this room

To your garden, new flowers will bloom

The Garden

Vladimir Kush's Flower Life
Vladimir Kush’s Flower Life

Pick your intention and plant your seeds.

Is it ego or spirit the intention feeds?

With each sow, a story is born.

In each reap, an expectation is worn.

As this garden starts to grow,

“Where our mind goes, energy flows.”

Watering weeds or beautiful flowers,

What we nurture, choice is ours.

Did you choose to grow trees?

Grow so tall to see the seas?

Not only tall but deep in roots?

Strong and beautiful bearing fruits?

Did you choose to grow weeds?

Never planted any seeds?

Lacked the spirit fed intention?

With energy streaming towards lackluster attention?

If it’s picking from fruit bearing trees

Or cursing at the overgrowth of weeds;

As you reap what you have sown,

It’s from your intentions they have grown