The Mother, all Mothers

 

“The Madonna”

by Toni Truesdale

 

The beautiful dark Madonna comes down to us

from the our beginnings.

She has many names: Ana, Tiamat, Isis, Cybele,

Demeter, Sheba, Mary Magdalene,

Mary, mother of Christ,

Maya,  mother of Buddha,

Fatima’ daughter of Mohammed,

Nana Bakula, Spider Woman, First Woman,

Parvati, Oxum, Corn Maiden, Eurzuli,

Oya, Morrigan, Ishtar,Tara, Gaia, Saule, Amaterasu,

Coatlicue, Nerthus...

She is of the earth and the sky;

She is our mother and our mother’s mother, and so on

to the very first spark of life,

She is always,The Great Mother.

She is us. We are she.

 

Copyright 1976

Toni Truesdale.com

The Darkest Night

 

Darkest Night

 

That moment of blindness,

Just before

We turn into radiance.

It is the point of transition;

From fear into hope,

And Despair into faith.

And when helplessness evolves into courage,

Inaction into resolve…

We heal from old wounds,

And become whole again…

We light the candles on the Tree of Life

As we turn from the darkest night;

To help illuminate the world.

“Cycles and Seasons”

By Toni Truesdale

 

The recurrence of the seasons continue to encircle our lives,

Just as it gave celebrations to our ancestors.

Spring Equinox, Summer Solstice,

Fall Equinox, and Winter Solstice

Mark those passages in a yearly cycle all over the world.

We have learned to plant food and medicines

According to the agricultural calendar.

We dance in a circle to celebrate the planting,

Harvesting, and the storing of food.

Buildings, monuments, and spiritual spaces have been built

To align with the celestial movements that determine

The four seasons at the point of each transition.

Little Blessings

 

Little Blessings

 

Little blessings

Every daybreak;

For spirits to watch over us

As we go about a busy day.

For our children to be well,

Healthy and thrive;

And our loved ones, sometimes

Far away, to be protected

And angels to smile upon us..

 

Let us use our small prayers

To show respect and understanding

That we are part of the universal family

That dwells in thanksgiving

On this beautiful World,

Together

Every time we say our;

Little blessings...

 

copyright 2010

 

For our new world being born

 

 

Prayer

On this day., I am here

Asking for help and guidance;

In overturning racism, injustice, greed,

Theft of Resources,

Trafficking of the vulnerable,

Hunger and poverty,

Open our hearts, please

Help us all heal,

Help us balance;

Through the unification of all races,

Tolerance of all religions,

Connection to every living creature,

To preserve our increasingly fragile world.

 

Toni Truesdale copyright 2016

Just who are we? I challenge you to think deeply

 Throughout History 

Western cultures celebrate the righteous conquests over nature, 

women and Indigenous peoples; calling it Manifest Destiny

The rightful position of racist authority.

The people who have struggled to take back their sovereignty and identity 

only to find it distilled by the historic arguments of western power: guns, religion and education.

 For the onslaught this convincingly presented superiority of ideals is hard to extricate. 

? Is originality important or the continuing embrace of the ethics and aesthetics in academics because is so rewarded still.

Today we see this persistent legacy in systemic eurocentric concepts that when we want to discard this role to become a better country, more inclusive and just;

 it is found to have a great degree of difficulty.

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We have to own the lies;

We have to retell history;

and deconstruct our academics and arts.

and redefine power.

That is how we begin to break free

and become who we need to be.

May the ancestors and those before in their suffering help guide into this better world.

Prayer for the Dead,

Prayer for the living,

Prayer for future generations

to live in a just and equal society

within the beauty of this world 

in harmony with its creatures.

Nov 4th 2020

   

    

Prayers for the Dead, Prayers for the Living, Prayers for a Becoming a New World of Justice

 

Historical grief slips secretly generation into generation…

Unseen yet visible emotionality

In sterile familiar poverty;

Pain, sacrifice still poisons unresolved time.

Victims caught in moments of past and present tragedy

That left a legacy of tears, haunting children presently.

Adults respond to medicate away impersonal pain 

Leading to destruction, cycle; again.

From senses understanding incomplete.

And, the land murmurs in despair, as well as in

The very air 

Filters atmosphere, in pathos steeped ...

 

Spirits all around

Some Native to this land, others brought to serve and slave

Still overlapping the sequence

Beyond dying, outside the living

Imprints of sorrow nestled in the soil

Discerned by the unconscious living mind perceiving

The footprints of historic grief.... 

Indigenous Peoples Day 2020

 

Prayer for the Dead

by Toni Truesdale

 

To all those conquered bones,

With the painful solitude of lone closed eyes.

It’s not just the victim that dies.

Did gold, silver and slaves

Make this destiny just?

Or did fate rape those women in lust?

Can they ‘save’ the souls

To make it just?

Or did Manifest greed burn the cross in the night?

 

Would it not be right,

To look back at 500 years;

And say to those dead

That we finally see their tears?

And to each that has suffered

Say a prayer for peace;

For the sake of the future

And the hope of release;

From that continuing cycle

Of servant of master...

 

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