June 30
SMOG
When I burn out, the smoke affects everyone in the
surrounding area. I forget to keep my
wick trimmed and lamp full; I empty out and my light grows dim. I am
responsible for maintenance and upkeep.
If I don’t protect my own radiance I will lose it and the darkness will
be felt throughout the neighborhood. I
can’t risk the death of illumination or incur smoldering haze. Fortification of my sobriety is a simple task
if I make proper use of resources. When
I turn energy to obligation I am distracted and separated from my source, then
the source I am to others is extinguished.
I can only light the darkness where I am; I can’t illuminate someone
else’s path. Nor should I pollute the
way with smoke and vapor due to a lapse in my spiritual condition.
Place the period
then write to it.
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From Mind to Pen to Paper
What a relief to have exteriorized all the swirl of
thought,
which normally swarms my mind,
waiting to take the stage and run through their numbers.
Then like deciphering a code
I was able to cross out all the irrelevant and redundant
information,
leaving me with a clear answer.
Once there standing on its own;
it was obvious and easily explained
how two plus three is five.
I just love anything that can be explained all on one hand
and there it was tidy and neatly fitted in the nest of my
palm,
easy to grasp hold of with my fingers or my mind.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
