Words are thoughts with power.
Some are sabertoothed, ready to slash.
Knives, armed with disdain and fear,
Splitting the air.
Daggers, speeding through quantum time
And entanglement
To hit their mark.
Curses carried by sound,
Looking benign, hidden in lies and insults,
Swaddled as gossip.
Small talk can be deadly curses
Launched to mock, trick, mislead, judge, diminish,
Criticize, bully, scorn, betray, annihilate.
Without concern for karmic and
Akashic significance.
There are no secrets;
All is known to Source.
Cursed words are souls that
Will meet their day in court.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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Thanks! I’m about to publish another if I haven’t done that I’ve already. Great fun! Do you see the audio?
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So you use the Yin/ Yang! Check out my poetry on Tai Chi…. June this year. Do you do Tai Chi Chuan?
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Thanks! I accidentally marked your comment on Curses as spam. Sorry. I wish the okay button would work. Hearing poetry read by the author is so much fun.
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