"I Am Determined to See"

Anger comes in with
a rush of power.

Determined. Poised.
Yet because I do not

understand its purpose
I quit breathing

until it passes.

What if
I breathed

into
the anger

and let it
be?

"Shocked"

My store of grievances
is tinder to your spark

of annoyance.
The conflagration

which ensues
shocks

the hell

out

of

me.

"What is Anger?

Anger

is

the unknown

force

of passion

that

opens

the door

to

inconceivable

irretrievable

delights.

Fear not.

"Anger's Gift"

When I can finally let my anger go
I am wiped clean of all illusion.

I barely remember my name,
or what I was doing.

Perhaps this is anger's
greatest gift to me.

The empty space it leaves.
Not a "waiting to be filled" space

but a holy emptiness
whose stillness calms all fears

and leaves me with a
simple yearning for the truth.

"Burning Bush Starts Fire"

There is such an immense, endless
stuck place in me that simply

will not express anger
in any healthy way.

I clamp down the breathing
of my heart so tightly I nearly

black out from the lack of air.
I am instantly ashamed and immobilized

by my own searing bushfire of hate
racing to annihilate every bit of me.

It was a too late, hollow realization
that I interpret all closed off

parts of anyone as anger-
not distractedness, tiredness or busy-

just anger: my own melting
rage against.....

what?

The lesson today mocks me now,
"This is a day of stillness and of peace."

My haughty inner comic sneers
"Sure we can have peace but

your ANGER is STILL here"
Oh Jesus, how do I accept

anger? How do I make a space
for that heinous of sins:

a boiling grievance against
my bothers? Against myself?