spirit

We Are Of Two Minds

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These days
The lonely words spoken in your head
That seem to shout, condemn
And measure you
Against just about everything else,
Pronouncing you lacking
In all of what you could, would and ought to be,
And thus leaving you
Feeling quite sorry
And down about the mouth,
Can now be named

As

The modern day, 21st century singular self,
So – individual
Yet
So – off the peg,
So – go it alone
Yet,
So – going along with everybody else,
So – I don’t need anybody
Yet,
So – in need of every other one.

Where speaks the other language,
The older self beyond the singular
Where love is prolific
And condemnation
Is past magic
No longer used
In the mind’s
Spacious vessel
Of new beginnings
And things born
To freshness
And the moods
Of kindness
Flushing the body
Energised and clean?

Where speaks the other mind?

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

So Speak The Ancients

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They speak
As they have always spoken

For in the long lost,
To be man was to listen:

For the ancient’s song
Was to the heart first given.

And in that time
There was no loneliness

For all together
Could hear:

The words brought warmth
To those alone

And feelings
Were gently administered to

By man’s depth
Of understanding.

And fear was diminished
By the mind’s wide aspect

And reach across the heavens
That the free may walk,

Just as self embodied
Walks free upon the earth.

And love was easily found
And so the needs were few

And the people were happy
And the living good

As ever could
The living be

With voices
Always speaking

In kindness decree.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

For Patrick Jennings http://pixtowords.com

Where The Poem Is Found

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In the flutter-eyed trance
Of scent moods,
And in the gland of salivation
And sensation:
Like snake-tongued
Understanding of the air around,
The taste of unseen elements
From beyond the earthly realm:
To the hither of the after-ever
And where-ever
Of information in its purest form,
Sensed in electricity
Or a substance
Quite like it.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

If Only I

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If only I
Could grasp
The ineffable spirit,
Harness in all the times
Of my life.
If only I
Were buoyant bright
In every instant
Of my being.
If only I
Could alight
The serendipitous mood
And be there
With its lucky light,
Never once outside
Its kindly,
Luminescent beam.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

Wand Of Choice

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What more
For needs met
Than lift
Of soul
Buoyed and self held
In deepest respect.
The harming hand
Changed
From ill will
To loving intent,
And energy accepted
As gift
Of freedom sent
And shift in mind
To wind of happiness
Free about the body.

The only reality
Is the wand of choice
And liberation
Of abundant spirit.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.