Breathing through the anger begins with owning the anger,
Understanding the cutoff,
Accepting the pain,
Accepting responsibility,
And breathing so deeply that the anger begins to be soothed.
Let us relax,
Close our eyes,
Let our bodies fall into place,
Let our connection to the earth heal us from all the anger outside and the anger inside,
Let our connection to the air soothe us,
Let the sun reach us,
Warm us,
Comfort us.
There is so much anger everywhere we turn.
Once I hear it,
It wants to become mine.
All the pain,
All the rage,
All the disappointment,
The frustration,
The situations,
The diseases,
The incompetence,
All of it is mine and yet none of it is really mine.
I am a member of this planet earth,
I'm a member of humanity,
Therefore it is mine,
And yet I am not from here.
I am from the heart of heaven,
The thought of God,
The original source,
The beginning of all soul.
So I stand in a pile of bones,
Of memories,
Of suffering,
Of human history,
And the pile of bones grows,
And I'm angry,
Helpless.
Willing to move on,
Wishing to move on,
But part of me is rooted here,
And part of me is rooted there,
And I'm stretched thin.
The heart is like a rubber band,
Stretching to contain all the pain and confusion and falsehood.
There is not anger,
Pain,
Misunderstood,
Is not anger,
The pain of my compassion is yet to grow.
Please eternal one grant us your patience,
Grant us the dissolving of pain and anger,
Release the anger into another world where it came from,
Release it through our understanding of our perfection,
And humanities sacrifice to a higher vision.
Breathing through the anger,
A passing through a tunnel,
A tunnel of fire,
Of rage,
Of fierce demons of fire,
But they have no real power.
Once I declare that they have no real power.
For we as human beings are godly partners to infinite power,
To breathe through the anger,
Through to the other side,
Of peace,
Acceptance,
Not helpless,
Not frustrated,
Not misunderstanding,
But acceptance of my smallness,
Of my own incompetence,
Of my own lack of compassion.
Then when the arrows of anger strike,
I am only an empty window,
A window as clear as the summer sky.
I breathe the night,
And exhale the stars.
I know the day will come,
The sun will warm my heart again,
The faces of the people will be my face,
And their hope will be my hope,
And their acceptance will be mine as well.
Let us breathe through the anger until it is no more,
Until each man we understand is a world of his own making,
And each man has a creator,
And a connection,
And a choice,
And a hope,
And I stand by them all.
Breathe through the anger until it is gone,
And peace is the gift of understanding.
Acceptance is the price of wisdom.
And anger is the ladder to heaven,
When we know how to climb,
To rise above the controversy,
To rise into the plane of one knowledge,
One goodness,
One truth,
One being,
Whole,
Complete,
True,
And perfect.
Let us breathe together with the universe,
Exhale all the pain,
Exhale until we feel life in breath,
Again.
