Healing Light

Healing Touch

by Toni Truesdale

Blessings brilliantly kindle

Illuminating warmth that move

Through sensitive hands.

The spirits ignite those so gifted, who

Cross into the light,

To return, touch and heal.

Truesdale copyright 2007

ToniTruesdale.com

Inherited Grief

Peace can not be absolute,

Until the Process is complete.

The courageous steps towards reconciliation are 

Full of pain, tears, heartbreak...

 

The anguish needs recognition;

And responsibility accepted, 

Before absolution.

For perception of historical grief

Must be believed, by all...

Sincere reparations,

May be inexact;

But told with unconditional truth,

To have an amnesty in equality;

And in forgiveness, peace.

T. Truesdale copyright 2009

This Year Women Lead

“Women Breaking Through”

by Toni Truesdale

artist/muralist/illustrator/teacher

“Women are breaking through the bitter darkness,

Caused by centuries of patriarchal domination after stealing the Mother Right.

Millennia of struggle, against poverty, plagues,

Disease, persecution, inquisition, rape, genocide, slavery, feudalism, imperialism...

The last one hundred years of unprecedented toll on human life:

Europe, Hiroshima, Africa, Indochina,

Central and South America,

Balkan wars, the Mideast....

The continued destruction of indigenous cultures, spirituality, languages;

The extinction of species;

Poisoning of the planet.

Women need to come forward to rebalance the forces of life with the children of the world. May we will speak in one unified multicultural voice of peace, preservation and protection.

And we will break through....”

“Women Breaking Through” was featured on the cover of WEMoon Datebook 2007. She now lives in Biddeford, Maine. website: ToniTruesdale.com all rights reserved

“The Legend of Prester John”

“Perhaps the purpose of pilgrimage is to seek a great spiritual truth;

Search for protection, absolution, healing...

Too, there is the need for the magical...

Wander into the realm of the elusive mage king, Prester John.

Just like the Magi,

We are still in search for this magnificent bestiary, 

That sacred space between yesterday and tomorrow ,

The vast fantastical empire of Prester John,

Timeless, mysterious, immortal, supernatural, alchemical;

Land of enchanted creatures and river of Paradise;

Reputed to be located somewhere between 

The red plains of Africa and indigo mountains of Tibet

 Lies the legacy of the Beautiful Black Sheba

And the bleached bones of her beloved Solomon;

As under the ancient sands rest the reliquary of saints, 

The tomb of St. Thomas, with the long sought grail.

There is that medieval place of the magnificent conjureman, Prester John.

Not the John of Darkness,

The Baptist, Emperor, orThe Divine;

The Great, Popes I and III, not John Paul II,

Gaunt, Damascus, The Cross, King ( not a good man, was he);

Not even Brother John, or Burlington John..

Neither Revelating John  of the Seven Seals,

Nor Ole John Henry.

But the trickster kingman, Prester 

We keep looking for you, John...”

- Toni Truesdale

copyright 20

Path of Tears

Path of Tears

Historical grief slips secretly generation into generation

Unseen yet visible emotionally 

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.... 

Migrations

Primordial people

Set forth on the longest journey;

To here, now as each individual breath descends;

We all exhale in the moment of still moving humanity.

All have come from historical patterns of migrations.

Moving through hunger, violence, fear

Diaspora,trans-Atlantic passages, immigration, displacement, clearances

The long walks and removals...

To emerge with peaceful purpose into the consciousness

Of the Fifth World.

copyright Toni Truesdale 2015 

Samhain

Samhain, All Souls, Saints and All Hallow's Eve

At this liminal time of the year when the veils between the worlds thin,

Portals open and visitation begins'

We give time to wonder about the afterlife,

Send love to our beloveds,

Give homage to our ancestors,

Become wary of the tricksters,

Ask help from the Spirit World to guide us through the dark days ahead.

It is the hours of magic. 

Little people,

Fairies, elves, sidhe...

Most cultures have stories

in commonality;

That represent the spirit world;

Small ones that are intermediaries

of parallel existences

Largely unseen.

Except at certain spectral times

When the veil thins and

And one might perceive...

The other side;

As in ancient lore

Earthly folk are enticed

Into a paradise,

Peopled by the most beautiful shining ones.

Queen Mab might longing for a handsome lad.

It could be a reward or a trick,

For there is a mischevious kind.

Some do not want to be seen, ever

By the rather large, inelegant humans

That are all too curious

To see the winged, tiny creatures.

Butterflies remind us of

Tales older than time’s memory

When the magical

was reality.

T.Truesdale copyright 2012