Loss is Gain

I am trying to adapt a challenge attitude to a loss situation.  Someone got into my email account and my three blogs and cancelled and/ or changed the passwords.  I have five years of writing that are unaccessable because I had most of them unviewable by others.  I was able to access the third one and that is what the former entry is.

How do we find light in the darkness?  Where is the wisdom in loss and pain?  These questions buoy in my mind as I contemplate a clean slate.  Feeling powerless can lead to a surrender to God in one's life.  Living with anger and resentment can be devastating.  Blaming self or others can lead to a victim attitude that is far more than just unproductive.

Carry your shoulders high and your negativity low.  See possibility in the release of attachment.  See spiritual purpose to events that are associated with harm.  Learn to love your imperfections and release your mind to the meditation of every day.

There is a simplicity to these statements and a difficulty to their execution.  I will be the power that I give to the heavens.  I will find strength in the pain as I acknowledge my loveable weakness. 

There is purity in even chaos.  There is a new beginning and independance to the release of even the most loved possesions.  Living in the light can seem impossible when you feel the overwhelming power of a black hole.  Doing what seems counterintuitive can be a way of shedding the patterns and restraints of the past and finding footing in a land of creative laughter and symbolic genuiness.

In a world of indifference, this can be the time each being finds connection and communion with spirit.  Love yourself through the storm and you will see and feel an unconditional greatness rising through your core.  See the creatures around you as guides to being in this single moment.  Find the place where pity fails to exist.  With these words, I commence to discover and march towards my destiny.

Disappointment and wripping away.
I see even the wallpaper falling off the walls of my soul.
Living beats with the movements of an obsurd grandfather clock.
I feel a difference from others and a sameness to that which is lowly.
Muddied reflection darkens my view and I see mud in my mind.
I look up and feel the rain on my face.
Washed clean, I start again.
Vengeful actions will never destroy my spirit.
Hope returns and the night gives way to dawn.
Gratitude lights my way and the drum signals the end to the battle.