
04/02/2025
“All bloom is defiance.”
These words—shared by and echoed in a class with on anger as a divine feminine right—landed in my chest like a spark.
This haiku came through during meditation, not in response to rage, but as a recognition of what happens when presence is allowed to touch even the most difficult states.
I’m feeling into the possibility that rage, like a rose bud, doesn’t need to be forced open—or suppressed. It just needs to be seen.
When anger is illuminated by presence, it becomes a kind of inner directive. Not pathology, but purpose. Not combustion, but clarity.
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a rose bud blossoms with ease
no haste nor pressure
the light of presence guides her
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Spring reminds us: blooming isn’t always soft, but it can be steady. Rage may arrive like a crack in the seed, a rupture—but it doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it rises slowly, in silence, through the weight of old soil. Presence gives it form, direction, and the dignity to unfold in its own time.
What has anger been trying to create through you?
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