Friday, January 27, 2017
Unseen yet emotionally heard
In sterile familiar poverty;
Pain, sacrifice still poisons unresolved time,
Victims caught in moments of past tragedy
Leaving a legacy of tears that haunt children presently.
Adults respond by drinking away impersonal pain
Leading to destruction, self imposed this time, again
From senses becoming incomplete
And, the land murmurs in despair, as well as in
The very air
Filters atmosphere, pathos steeped ...
Spirits all around
Some Native to this land, others brought to serve and slave
Still overlapping the sequence
beyond dying, out side the living
Imprints of sorrow nestled in the soil
Discerned by the unconscious living mind
The footprints of historic grief....
art: Trail of Tears by Truesdale copyright 1776
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Water has a reflective quality
Does it mirror
The sun, moon, stars at night,
Or impersonal technology?
The subtlety of the dawn and evening skies,
Or trite, trivial media banalities?
The complex changing seasons,
Or the diminishing color sensitivities
In the coolness of an increasingly warm world
With less and less diversity?
Just what is realty;
A clean and fragrant mountain stream
Or a frightened and angry society?
Water is Life
Protect our Planet
Monday, January 2, 2017
Reclaiming the Hearth
And Food as Sacred
by Toni Truesdale
Baskets of women
Physical as well as spiritual
Object to concept
Keeping sacred the spirit of everyday life;
Within the home
Utilitarian to universal
Dwelling to village
Community to cosmos
Each human passage
of the last 140 thousand years...
Birth to death
The finite to consummation
End to beginning...