Make a tea from your anger

I still have a sharp edge of fury, but as I stand here, under Love (what do you think it means, to ‘understand’?), looking up, I see how Beauty softens everything. Every pain and every sorrow, and heals the bitter root of anger into something which might be swallowed.

Make a tea from your anger, and drink it with your enemy. Sip slowly and savor it. Do it every day, if you must, until even the dregs are beautiful.

LBM 6/13/2019