Strings

I am constantly striking the strings of the universe. My thoughts, emotions and eventual actions All create resonance and Depending upon the chord struck I am either making and sending out beautiful music or creating disharmony It depends Upon the energy behind the impact. If I desire to be an agent of love and light I need to be aware of what I am creating The energy I am emitting The energy striking the strings. Is it beauty? Or ugly? I get to choose. But first I must own Everything. I am practicing pulling myself up short When I feel the ugly energy bubbling up About to be unleashed. With some restraint There’s less dissonance The resonance of ugly Doesn’t grow quite as powerful Allowing for a quicker recovery Back to the ever present Awaiting beauty