"All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets in your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?"
- Anthony Horowitz
To be a curtain in the breeze.
Joining the flow of air
rising, falling,
lifting, lowering
gathering, and letting go.
I will be a curtain
hate will not inhabit my heart. I will not hold it.
Instead it will travel like airflow.
(I expect to falter, I am only human after all. Yet, I continue to observe all that can teach me how to keep my heart soft.)
Like the curtain welcomes all that arrives,
letting it pass through
while remaining light.
© Ali Grimshaw 2026
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…hate will not inhabit my heart. I will not hold it.
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oh, this is so nice
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Thank you, Beth. I am continuing to choose to follow love above all else. May peace find you today.
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ooh, like this one…
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Thanks, Lilli Ann. I spent a long time this afternoon writing with the door open watching the curtain blow as a storm moved in. Then this poem arrived with the rain.
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