Thursday, May 17, 2018

Falling into Stars


Falling into Stars

We are all here in this dreaming moment,

Looking into a boundless night;

That may compel a vertigo

To return into the womb of cosmic creation.



Evolving from the infinite stars

Fragments of motion

Collide with matter to

Spin fragments into motion,

Fused further by random ubiquitous forces;

Continually transforming millennia

Into tentacles of related beings that emerge

Into the ever-evolving universe.



Copyright T. Truesdale 2018

Tonitruesdale.com

                            

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Good Friends: Great Mother


“Good Friends”

by Toni Truesdale



The Great Mother;

Her relationship to

Animals, birds, and plant life

Has been depicted on walls,

Caves, alcoves, and sacred spaces

In constant commemoration;

By all ancient cultures.

We hold in commonality,

Our love of our Earth, our Home,

Our Mother.





T.Truesdale copyright




Tuesday, May 1, 2018

May Day, May Day


May Day, May Day.

Turning Point: Action Required:




Poisonous chemicals color rivers and streams; Ground waters run toxic,



Ocean dead zones expand

As sea creatures struggle with our plastic waste .

Our lands are being stripped and broken;

In pursuit of fossil fuels that belch out greenhouse gasses.

Expanding housing and gleaning, Stripping the forests, farms






Destroying age-old civilizations.

The impoverished perish with spreading disease, desertification






and from rising vector lines;

The swelling of waters swamp fragile sea coats.

Chemicals, petroleum and nuclear accidents endanger entire ecosystems,

Extinctions accelerate.

Yet we continue to prevail destruction upon the sacred earth.

Land, sea, waters, air once pristine not long ago. Are wastelands expanding daily

To suffocate all life on Earth. Warned by the Indigenous peoples of the world.

We wonder now with the knowledge of the perceptions foretold.

But who among us will stand?





There is only one world,

Every culture on earth has a sacred name for her. Where humans migrated,

A word expressed love, sustenance, thanks To the great, common Mother.

May we remember them now.
It is our only sanctuary, Earth



Toni Truesdale 2017

Art: Santuary copyright 2018