Time to Create: Muses

Muses I

 Toni Truesdale

For most western artists “The Muses”

Were never relegated to mythology stories;

But have stayed alive to inspire culture.

The word “Museum” is derived from from this Greek Triad.

The sacred three women are not culturally exclusive,

For not only were the Triple Goddesses dominant

In the ancient world for many years,

But also, they were worshiped  all over Europe in many manifestations:

The Fates, Norns, Moirai, Laimus, Skuld, Nona, Zorya, Wyrd,

The European Mothers, Matres, Graces, Crone, Maiden, and Child;

The Furies,  Morrigan, Morgana and Morguese...

Are just some of the identities

Of the very powerful “three women”.

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The Seasons of Water

Seasons of Water

Fine rain springs into new growth,

Virga evaporates into the summer haze.

Monsoons torrent sudden and clean;

The fast freeze of hail in the high desert.

The sudden clap of thunder in the languid night,

As the curtain of rain lulls us asleep.

The blankets of snow melt

Into moist Mother Earth

To refresh the seasons.

The smell of water coming from the sky

Is like love, in all its cycles.

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Eulogy

For the Children

Our nation reels with Mother’s tears

For American Black boys and men over the years;

The brutal remains of the innocent we bear

To their stark and premature graves

.

The young in their virility stripped of humanity,

We must ask who then are we?

If we do not demand accountability;

Of all those deeds that made our Mothers cry,

Just why did this democracy allow them to die?

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The Mystery of the Ocean: All our Relations

The surety of the tides

Swelling of the sea,

Rhythms on the sands

Mesmerizing me...

The cosmos of the moment

Repeating endlessly

The cycles of the Moon

The Earth breathes in eternity...

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copyright 2010

The Children of Wars, Pawns and Victims of Genocide

“Geronimo’s Daughter”

By Toni Truesdale

To speak of an advanced society,

What would one say?

Would one talk about superiority

Over vulnerability?

Or the human heart’s capacity

For a compassionate society?

What then is the true name of Manifest Destiny;

That murders indigenous children, physically

Or steals and binds them psychologically?

And, how does one justify war?

In the name of territory,

religion, assets,

Or financially?

What kind of values would that be;

In a spiritual society?

or, does one want to simply protect progeny;

To allow them to inherit property;

In an established hierarchy?

If one leaves behind

Shards of children,

Is that called a legacy?

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Sanctuary: Our Home, Our World, Our Mother

Sanctuary

Darkness breaks into the light of day

In the relentless round of the seasons

Cycle the distance of the sun

Cradled into the womb of the sky system

To which we belong,

That swirls back into infinity…

We barely permeate continuous creation

With our small human conscious mind

From this planet, Earth.

Home to the tangled connections

That comprise this web of life, here;

So many delicate species within,

 Our myriad complexity

Born from our Mother, this world.

Spawn of the haphazard universe;

Accident of light and matter;

Our Sacred Sanctuary.

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The Mothers

For all the Mothers who have raised children without Fathers

For all the Mothers who have been separated from their children

For all those that understand the bond between Mother and their child: 

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...

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