All of our Parts are trying to be helpful, no matter what their behavior. When we can love them for their intentions, they can transform and become valuable consultants and protectors. Love is always the answer- starting with Loving your SELF.
My Triumvirate of Tyrants Seeks to bully me
As they jockey for position
To find which of these big three
Can take the lead each moment
To plan my life that day.
And as I feel them argue
I turn my head away.
The Pusher keeps on Pushing
The Slug does it’s own thing
My Caretaker keeps care-taking
And Overwhelm is King.
I see that they aren’t tyrants
But misguided helping Parts
That think they know the answer
To heal my wounded heart.
“Push on and do more something!”
“Go slow and don’t be rushed!.”
“Take care of everyone you know!”
Why can’t they all be hushed?
Their cacophony is killing me
I hear the constant din
Of my polarizing conflict
Where none of them will win.
They harass and then they heckle
They torture and oppress
Their intent is to be helpful
They each feel they know best
I need to come and help them
I want to let them see
The only way true peace will come
Is when they work with ME.
I’ll gently take the mantle
I’ll thank them for their care
I’ll consult with them when needed
I see the value there
So now please get along my crew
In perfect harmony
You’re all a part of my mind and heart
And together we’ll be FREE.
To live my life with peace, that is my goal.
To live in peace – within and without, that is my prayer.
Inner peace brings joy.
There is a calm that transcends any external happening.
There is no striving, just peaceful acceptance.
It is showing up in the moment, without effort or judgment.
It is being open, without fear or pain.
Peace is a healthier way to live.
It decresase physical problems, lowers blood pressure, reduces stress.
Peace is infectious.
It is contagious.
It is spread by virtue of its presence.
It creates a haven into which a soul can reside.
And there meet other souls searching for connection.
I am grateful for the peace I now feel.
I am grateful for all that I am learning and still to learn.
I am grateful for all I have and all that I can share.
There once was a lady who thought she was crazy
Her life seemed so dreadful and horrid.
Her head in a whirl, instead of a curl,
Was a “D” in the middle of her forehead.
Her work load oppressive, obligations excessive,
Her life felt just out of control.
She drove into trees, lost her wallet and keys,
Had a heartache no pill could console.
If mad, sad or mean, the “D” was not seen,
Though she wished her whole world would help bear
All the grief, fear and pains, that her life now contains,
As they offered support, love and care.
But she suffers alone, calling friends on the phone,
Seeking solace, compassion, and aid,
Just an ear, hand or shoulder will help with the boulder
That leaves her so lost and afraid.
Though she’s filled with self doubt, the “D” will fade out.
For just when she’s sure nothing’s worse.
The time will be done, and her new life begun.
She’s finally through her divorce.