When we compare our “peace and joy” with what we think we should have or what we think others have or should have….we walk through clouds of self-produced anxiety compounded by others convinced that comparison works….
This eight line rhyme time… sort of speaks to this.
In a world of compare
Every standard is unfair
No light exists just glare
Words all tinted by despair
Then we heard the trumpets’ blair
Saying we are Here not There
Living NOW and giving care
Breathing present and aware
Breaking Mirrors
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