Wednesday, October 19, 2022

The Black Seeds...

How to murder a King? Shakespeare tells us, put a few drops of poison in the ear of a sleeping King. That will do the trick.

I know a few folks who carry a few black seeds around with them, which they will gladly plant in your head at a moment's notice. It usually happens in "friendly" conversations when your guard is down. Why do they do it? 

It is a burden to carry these black seeds. They are corrosive, toxic, bad for your blood, bad for your spirit and soul. So they pass them on, to unload the burden, they do it casually, thru the air, thru the telephone line. It is as easy as speaking a few toxic words, packed in sentences that have the deep ring of reason, truth, and intelligence.

Bullseye! 

That is the way to blow a hole in any Sunny Disposition. What is the remedy? A good book ("This is What Music Sounds Like: What the Music You Listen to Says About You"), a funny, heartfelt and touching Netflix show ("Derry Girls"), a refreshingly long sleep, a freshly-brewed pot of LOVE BUZZ, and a day filled with things to do.

Poison Out! Damn the torpedos!