The Pressure of My Presence

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The pressure of my presence
Just existing silently
Creatively beside you
Unusually

Of the compromises you’ve
Consented make to be
Secure in your comforts,
Dismayingly free

Questioning complacent
Entitled passivity
Simply by the exercise
Of authenticity

Smiling when the fashion is
To wear a business frown
Walking life with lifted eyes
Looking up, not down,

Is more pressure on you
Than you manage can
Endure without discomfort,
I do understand

And as I have done since
This poet’s journey began
I take the care, compassionate,
To withhold it when I can

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13 thoughts on “The Pressure of My Presence

      1. Yes, my mother, my brother, my sister, my church. I left home when I was 19 but in my mind and heart I left my mother who was a malignant narcissist, at the age of 13. I saw a better way. In God, at that time. I became a Christian, whatever that means, but it was certainly, if done properly, a better way, a way of love, than that of my mother who tried to kill me. But then I studied Tgeology, got a degree and Masters in it, and we did lots mire too, and I saw that there is truth in many things and on many paths. For my Masters we had a lecturer who was a pagan, and I saw much truth in that too. I see truth in everything, as long as it is peaceful and loving. And I sense that in you. 😊

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        1. We agree! And it may interest you that in one of my own favorite streams of learning, Tibetan Buddhism, it is taught that any spiritual path will get us up that mountain — if we are true to it with all our hearts 💕

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          1. Ana, I totallly agree with that. I sometimes watch Mooji and he is great. Not sure what exactly he follows but he is good.

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