Turning Point: Action Required

Turning Point: Action Required

Ground waters run toxic

Poisonous chemicals color rivers and streams;

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,

Strip the forests, farms and age-old civilizations.

The impoverished perish with

Spreading disease, desertification and 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.

Toni Truesdale 2017

Earth Mother copyright 2001

Feathers: Embracing Prophesy

Embracing Prophesy

The feathers drift in the breeze

To be in symbiotic symmetry

With powerful shamans

Who pray beyond their experience,

To encompass the whole of existence.

The gift of the birds;

Who die unnaturally;

Linked to events foretold

By the ancient mnemonics

Of the Hopi and sacred medicine people all over the world

Who listen to feathers,

And hear the silence of frogs everywhere.

Handsome Lake did foresee

The trees that now die from the top down

Happening now…

The ground is parched where small animals lived in Africa

And here, in this present…

Water swells with melting global tips.

Canaries in the mines

Are empty nests.

Fire fierce lurks beneath and above,

Disrupting fragile things that grow

And push into the sea, man-made things.

The earth rumbles underneath our very feet

Emptying villages.

The old ones grow closer

Whispering into the four winds;

They sing over battlegrounds,

Graveyards, centuries old.

Where erections now glitter with windows

Looking out at unhearing thousands

Going here, there, everywhere

Directed by a technology of weapons

Wanting, taking, demanding, demonstrating

How to be a correct human.

But their song falls into our steps

Winding around our footfalls

Just above the sacred earth;

Sanctified, so many years ago.

Prophesy is never forgotten

It lingers in stones

Waiting to be picked up and held.

 "Embracing Prophesy" Truesdale  1998/updated 2017

"Feathers" by Truesdale copyright 1995

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All Saints, Souls, Samhain

All Souls, Saints, Samhain

 and the Dead

End of harvest, the reap

Long evenings grow long and deep;

Time for our stories bold,

Ancient as the night is old.

Listen

The Tuatha de Dannan

That linger beyond the veil;

Between the worlds so thin

They cross into our din.

To lure one to dine on plates of gold,

And disappear into the fold.

For years and years…

Beware

Offerings, feasting, festival and more

Honor those that come back to the door.

For one night, for one day

Welcome both the kin and the fey.

Honor

As we all that live get grey

The young we need to pay,

With several treats

Some of them sweets

Because it hold the fearful at bay!!!!

Pray for the Dead 

All Things are Connected

“All Things Are Connected”

By Toni Truesdale

Circle of life.

Season’s Endless Cycle,

Clockwise and counter.

Wind patterning the rhythms of eons,

Waves breathe in and out.

Rumbling fissures erupt

Changing the tissue of Earth.

Timeless elements; All

Spiraling generations

Crossroads point to visions

Ancestors share.

Ladders of consciousness stair

Ascent and descent;

Center of the Earth.

Enclosed in the Universe.

Four Directions,

Cross;

Healing Medicine,

Red, black, white and yellow

 The races of Humanity.

Roots of the Great Tree of Life;

Linking humanity, animals,

Plants, birds, insects

To the oneness of all things…

All things are connected-

T Truesdale copyright 1996 revised 10/17

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Carnage: A Requiem

Carnage

There are imprints left on the land;

Deep grief and pain.

I see this, feel this, hear the sounds of tears sometimes…

It overwhelms me;

Took until my teens to realize not every feels the

The agony of others misery;

Past, present, future…

Within the cities

Frustration and anger

Imparted unknowingly;

Wear the pathos of children’s lives,

Unable to thrive in daily fear;

Heard acutely in my heart, in my body, tears in my art.

Over the western plains one day,

I just cried for the vain

Fragments of feeling left on the land

Filled with deep mourning…

The ghosts of the people, animals

Land, now devoid of life

For few shrubs can grow in grief.

The silent emotions,

I know them as my own,

I can almost touch the poignant memories.

They are so loud, so clear,silent

Songs of sorrow.

These imprints,

Unfelt by many

Still seep into the unconscious

And filter into lives unknowingly;

Harm us all.

I am trying to verbalize,

What went weeping

In despair,..

Those unswift deaths,

All the lives stolen

By history, by conquest, by the madness of violence.

Suffering.

Fresh and old,

Blood lies still on the land.

In the stokes of human gain;

Others died, lived and left a terrible pain

Saturated into our suffering earth.

Our World Mother grieves.

As I do,

And anyone that can hear this carnage, still

Speaking so loudly into the silence.

Equinox: Harvest

“The Three Sisters”

by Toni Truesdale

Corn, bean and squash are  known by many

First Nations as “The Three Sisters”.

These crops were developed by indigenous farmers

All over the Americas pre European contact.

Often grown together in the farmer’s fields;

They were developed for their excellent nutrition.

While many varieties have survived today.

There was more diversity before 1492.

Crops from the Americas transformed the world

And continue today to save many from starvation.

Truesdale copyright 2010

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Waters: Recognize Earth in crisis: We need to restore the natural flow and ebb

Holy Ghost Creek

By Toni Truesdale

The transparent lingering ghosts of animals

Still drink some days at the moving water

Washed clean by the steep, annual monsoonal rains.

Inside the world within these timeless pools

Tiny fish dart between the rounded glowing stones,

Green vines pulse with the movement of flow and wind

As insects gleam on the surface.

Each day reflections those before and after,

Holy Ghost Creek.

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Copyright T.Truesdale 2012