Bipolar Support Group

It happens over and over.

It is heaven-sent.

It flows through me

like the blue wave.

Green leaves – you may believe this or not –

have once or twice

emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere

deep in the woods,

in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song,

the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the

tumbled pine needles she toiled.

And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.

And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength

is she not wonderful and wise?

And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything

until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand,

I have flown from the other window of myself

to become white heron, blue whale,

red fox, hedgehog.

Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!

Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched

among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.

Just a polite suggestion. It is not necessary to create multiple threads. People will respond to your first thread if you give them time. I don't know where you live, but here in the U.S., it's late at night, so people may not respond until tomorrow morning.

You are most certainly not triggering me. But rather bording me to tears.

For heavens sake at least think up a different poem.

JennyWren

elseaeff56

I will read a poem once. But really not keen in seeing the same old poem in seven discuion topics.

Was somewhat boaring and annoying to go to the trouble of opening up these seven discussions and reading the same poem time and time again.

Would not be much fun if I made six copies of this message in six different dissucions?

JennyWren