Love to the prejudice,
The angry,
The hateful.
Love to cool
The hot tempers,
And the fears of the people.
Love to bind us
And bring us back
To our true mind,
The one mind,
The us
With no them!
Ⓒ Ben Truesdale 2020
The Sun
The sun my heart
The sun your heart
The sun our shared heart.
But one sun
In whose radiance we bathe,
One heart
In which we ourselves are,
One love
Lifting every being
Into life,
Filling every being
With its light,
Carrying every being
Into the whole of its wholeness.
ⓒBen Truesdale 2020
Peach Of Plenty
Breathe upon
The subtle scent,
Allow your lips to linger
On its soft flesh,
Then,
Take a bite,
Chew the sweetness
And swallow the juices running freely:
Feel the plenty
Absorbed and nourishing,
Sustaining your life.
–
Look again,
For the peach is whole,
Untarnished, unbitten,
Perfect in its entirety.
–
Breathe upon
The subtle scent,
Take a bite,
Shortage was just a dream
For the peach is infinite
And you may take all you need.
Feast upon the ever-giving gift
And eat whenever you are hungry:
The peach of plenty
Is always yours.
Ⓒ Ben Truesdale 2020
When We Share
When we share
The truth
That we are free,
We are borne upon the moment
The real-time
Ever-opening moment
Of the universe’s
Outwardly expanding edge:
And there,
We are lifted and thrust
And propelled into the infinite,
Yoked whole
And joined
To who we really are.
Ⓒ Ben Truesdale 2020
The Sky Is Blue
The sky is blue
And deep
And impenetrable,
Absorbing my gaze
Which finds no purchase
In its azure nothingness,
Finds nothing
But lazuline, cerulean flawless flatness,
In which the cumulous materialise,
Condense in forever morphing forms;
There in expansion or contraction
Wispiness or burdensome bruising
Clotting before rain drops are birthed,
Or reconsidered by the air’s
Subtle hold, and withdrawn
Into the invisibility of blueness
And the dimensionless constant
Reaching beyond the reaching mind.
ⓒBen Truesdale f2020
Perspective
Whilst watering the garden pots
In the stilling dusk
I turn
And look,
Take in an unexpected perspective,
An angle from which I have not perceived,
And suddenly my breath
Is swept from my chest
By the beauty of the rush
Of plants propelled springward
And joyously becoming
Their exponential selves.
And in that gathering moment
My heart swells
For their vividness,
For the life sweet in their being,
For their entwining and wondering reach
Into spaciousness,
And for the bud of a poem
Born on the sap-surge
Of my lip,
And giddy with the prospect of flowering.
ⓒBen Truesdale 2020
Spring Morning
I step into absolute stillness.
On the horizon
Mist shifts in ethereal veils.
The houses on the hill disrobe
Slipping from their misty dreams
As the sun begins in the East.
I step into absolute stillness.
The oranges of early morning
Warm my cheek and raise
A fresh scent from the succulents
As they absorb the first light.
The stillness pervades
Holding all things:
Beauty arises
In all that is worldly,
Both natural and made
Are vivid in the same way,
Reality seems to have a texture I can taste,
One which my eyes drink in.
I breathe a luxurious breath.
I exist
And I step into absolute stillness.
Ⓒ Ben Truesdale 2020
Joy
Joy in the twittering birds
Alight the air,
The wingbeat uplifting;
A fleeting moment
Agrasp the twig in bud.
Joy in the first bees
Suddenly innumerable.
Joy in the fly
Sunning himself on the leaf,
Absorbing the nutrient
Of the sun.
Joy in the exuberance
Of every plant,
Plump on the moment.
Joy in the resonance
Of the wood pigeon’s throat,
The highlighting of treetops
And branching canopy.
Joy in the morning mist
Shrouding the distance,
Enrobing the far away
In a joyous dream.
Joy in the saxophone
Wafting from the neighbours garden.
Joy in the children’s voices
Lost in the their play.
Joy in the sound of a car
Thrumming up the hill.
Joy in the stink of cat shit
Enlivened by the warmth.
Joy in the body
And joy in the body of the world.
Joy in everything.
Alive
I breath in
I breathe out
I feel my lungs full
I feel my lungs empty
I feel the life move in
I feel the life move out
I feel my lungs irrigated
With freshness
New as the spring bathed leaves
Are vivid
Spacious as the spring air
Is light
I breathe in
I breathe out
Life is within me
Life is without
I breathe in
I breathe out
I value the life of my being
I value the presence of my life
I breathe in
I breathe out
Life in its essence is simple
I love the simple essence of life
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am alive in existence
Existence is alive in my life
I breathe in
I breathe out
I breathe in
I breathe out
For The Politicians
Your incendiary words
Are the kindling
In the pyre
In which you stand.
Your hatred
Are the sparks
Falling into the hot oil
Smoking at your feet.
Excite the crowd with an inciting speech,
Encourage the rage of the rage-full
Until they are hot for blood and vengeance.
But ready yourself,
For what you give out
You’ll receive in measures multiplied.
The wounds you inflict
Are both the wounds on your soul
And the wounds
Your enemies
Will flay you with.
