mindfulness

Toxic Femininity/Masculinity?

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The angry mind and the put upon

Seeks its justice.

Who better

Than your polar self

To carry the ills

And the blame

So you may remain innocent

And put upon still.

Who raises the boys?

Who raises the girls?

In whose mind

Are the toxic stereotypes?

Who carries the bias?

Is the domination occurring

Out there or within the framework

Of mind?

Who perpetrates,

keeps the system going,

Passing it through the generations?

Who are the parents of our collective Psychology?

Who is the mother?

Who is the father?

Are we not all children, osmosing

The faults that came before,

Then offering them

To our children

And the children to come?

Who is responsible?

Who is responsible?

Who is responsible?

You are responsible.

You are responsible.

You are responsible.

Source

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The flower of my heart

Blooms on a stem

Of gossamer energy,

Upsurging from the world

Behind the world,

The space that is formless.

My heart smiles on me

As the heart behind the heart smiles,

As love comes

Like a river from the source:

Like a river from the source

Provided endlessly.

Only In Love

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When we are not love

We are but the echo of the past

Thrown into the future,

For as we were made

So shall we make the world.

Only in love

Are we exposed,

Waking from the dream

Of happening without volition,

Happening without choice or will.

Only in love

Can we see the bones

Of being,

And choose,

Choose our way through.

In Your Subtle Magic

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In your subtle magic

I feel the breeze of God

Blow fresh upon my face,

As though my heart were dipped in you

And open to receive

The gift of love

In its dreamy magnitude.

Oh, but this is just poetry

And the facts of your warm breath

Are the melting

In the melting,

The dissolution of the self

As one salt drop becomes the sea,

Where worry is made redundant

By the loving,

And fears

Are turned to whispered nothings,

And the heart reins full

And beautiful,

Seeing beyond the body’s boundaries,

Smiling upon the mind

And the thoughts

And the self importance,

Utterly disintegrated.

Share The Light

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I have drunk

From the standpipe

Of sour belief,

Constricted and miserly,

Gripping every drop

In an effort to control preciousness,

Becoming a gaunt shadow

Because of it,

For I am a man of this world.

Oh but the world urges to flow outward,

And the standpipe,

Rusty and dripping poverty,

Is but the mind’s eagerness

To hold love down.

For there are some

Whose eyes see beyond the standpipe

To the infinite source,

A waterfall

In which all need

Is foiled in an everlasting deluge.

And for others there is no standpipe

Denying the flow,

Only the mind

Constructing a fictional valve,

Dispensing injustice

And such a limited view.

For energy is free for all,

And you may drink your fill

Until you are full and wholesome

And ready to share

All the light in the world,

Knowing there is no end to it.

The Terrible Speed Of Missing The Moment

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The world spins
On instant access

Where secrets
Divulge
In the second of their conception

And news
Burns like star-fall

And dies as quickly
To the black
And old.

And time,
Shackled workhorse
To the mind

Careers
As never should
It fall precious
Past uncaring hand
And fingers barely touching,

Racing
Itself to panting
Wreck and ruin:
All of what it’s worth
Spent
In a flash
Of fast food
And capitalism,
Memorised
Even before
Its moment
Of occurrence
And physical birth.

The future
Travelling
To the past
But heart bypassed
So as not to happen
In the now
At all.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

Equality

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Whether tended rose, vine
Or weed in bramble entanglement
We yearn the same dream:
And equal upon the earth
Take sustenance
In sunshine on the cheek,
Leaf or flowering petal.
We are the same in love
And level in our needs.
We are not different in our beings
Or our brotherhood.
We are one under the sun
And one in our differing.
We are together in our reach
For the sky blue expansion
Of life’s meaning.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015