Monday, June 29, 2020

we are only the tinest of fragments of the universe hardly a mote in the eye


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


Monday, June 8, 2020

For the Mothers...

"I've been in the storm so long,
I've been in the storm so long, children,
I've been in the storm so long,
Oh give me little time to pray."

My son, my flesh
Despised and degraded, sold away
Deprived the love of family.
Whose blood created the wealth of the nation;
Lynched and Defiled.
We hear the cry echoed this time in the streets

 Mama....

-T.Truesdale




Wednesday, June 3, 2020

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

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.... 
T.Truesdale


Friday, May 8, 2020

The Mothers


“The Mothers”

by T. Truesdale



“The culture of women

Exists with each prayer

Centered in the hearth

With our daily bread.



The family is sheltered within the home,

Protected with feminine presences,



The Mothers have always brought comfort

Within the loving walls

That hold who is dear.

To nourish with food.

Warm by fire, and

Clothe in our handmade legacy.

Each day is a sacred exercise

In timeless feminine spirituality”.

Truesdale copyright 2009

Thursday, April 23, 2020

everyday is Earth day


“Tara with the Sun and the Moon”

By Toni Truesdale

In the beauty above us are the Sun, Moon, and Stars.

In the cities we forget the multitude of the universe,

for the light, noise, and pollution veil the night.

This firmament is so huge,

we cannot but feel the joy of creation

and the awe of our own smallness

compared to the infinite.

Yet each of us are part of this whole.

The sun lights our day and nourishes all life on earth.

The Moon illuminates our nights

and creates cycles by which we live.

Water listens to the changes of the Moon.

It is no wonder, all people have

told stories about heavenly beings,

the constellations have the history of

humanity just in their names.

When we climb the mountain,

is it not to feel close to the creator?

Gate to Heaven is above us.

Some of the indigenous people say,

this gate is a dwelling place way up in the sky

where our souls pass into the next world.

In the Christian world there is a

gatekeeper that judges each person for the

good they have done in this life.

For most people we tend to renew our contact

with our spiritual selves when we remind

ourselves that there is something much greater than we



T.Truesdale copyright 2000


Monday, April 20, 2020

tears for those that have left too soon

From my pandemic journal 4/20/2020:

Layers of grief already lay buried
in this land.
Added now so much new death and dying.

Not enough time nor ritual to ease the passage
or to help heal those crying.
How can we not feel the omnipresent fog of grief
passed each to each
 As each soul passes often anonymously,
 Without the comfort of family?

It is time to witness again
 Unnecessary and premature deaths.
Now hundreds of thousands.

The dancing prayers bring pause;
Sung psalms may ease, 
As we search for meager blessings in solitude.

Light a candle today
Offer a prayer for those we do not know,
Do a kindness for anyone.
Acknowledge the suffering disparity of people of color.
Vow to do better to fight for truth and injustice.

Honor those innocent victims;
Honor yourself with service to others even in the smallest way.

Each small step towards a better world brings us closer together;
 Away from the solitude of the grief we may deny hovering all around.
 Each hour is a death toll to our negligence.

My tears salt the earth today as so many before.
Let's be the country we all need it to be
Truth, Justice and Equality.
  
 



Monday, March 30, 2020

Deep peace to you

Deep peace I breathe into you,
O weariness, here:
O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!
Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,
Deep peace from the Son of Peace to you,
Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,
And from Briget of the Mantle
Deep peace, deep peace!

Celtic Prayer of Fiona McLeod