Stephen Loomes

(21ST JUNE 1950 / SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA)

A TRIBUTE TO ARTHUR JANOV


I read that John and Yoko
had his Primal Therapy
So I read his book The Feeling Child
And it opened up a world to me
The time has come
To be with the children,
To play, not send them away
Is it true, that to reject them
Is to relive the rejection
Which as a child happened to you?
Love is not abstract and saying you care,
It is giving of time and attention
And when you are needed ensuring you are there,
Where else to look?
Except upon one.s loving ones.

Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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