exquisite honesty #micropoetry

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exquisite honesty

births cacophony

of childless truths

across glowing screen

of internet stream

contrasting the sea of lies

and smarmy tries

Never Conform! :)

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Never Conform!

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Today I’m grateful for… #gratitude #mindfulness #prayer #healing

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Today I’m grateful for the ho’oponopono prayer that has become my mantra. ❤ I say 4 times:

“I am sorry, forgive me, thank you, I love you.”

Today I focused intently for about an hour saying it for the elite 1% that rule the world – I owned my part in this current negative world situation whether from some karma from a past life or otherwise.

I prayed for them and asked that they heal and that they realize how much their greed is negatively impacting the 99% of the planet and that they get help and learn to become present moment and reside in their hearts and perhaps maybe choose to share at least some small portion of their wealth so that all people can afford to eat good food, have a roof over their head, access to clean water, affordable medical care and education, etc… so the current world systems can heal and poverty ends.

I said the ho’oponopono and prayed for my people, First Nations and Indigenous living in third world conditions.

I said the ho’oponopono and prayers for the over 1,200 murdered and missing Indigenous women and their families – praying that they are at peace, that their families find peace and that the truth comes out about all of it.

I said the ho’oponopono for my abusers from my childhood and prayed for them to heal and not suffer and to stop abusing. I couldn’t get through the entire list as there were far too many but I did pray for the major ones… and I said it for any other relationships in my life that had hurt or any negativity.

For the Indian Residential school children and survivors and their families and for them to find peace and for the cycles of violence to end, and for the government to finally release the millions of documents on this, the true history of Canada that are still being held and preventing the full truth from being known.

I prayed for the millions of people that have no one to pray for them, those that are on their own and are feeling so alone and desperate and wanting to be off the planet – for them to feel my love and prayers for them and know they are never alone and that spirit and Creator supports them always.

I felt the release. I got up from bed and laid down my tobacco in prayers and gratitude for this day and for having everything I need in this moment, and for the Creator taking care of me and providing for me every day of my entire life.

❤ Peace to each and every one of you that reads this. ❤

waves of gratitude wash over me #poetry

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waves of gratitude wash over me

heart releases what’s not to be

heart breathes in all that is

every moment

every breath a gift

a prayer of thanks

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laid down tobacco

with water offerings

I stand here on land unceded

sacred tears wash away what’s not needed

prayers go up as I admire you, Grandmother moon

your smile shines down on mine

aligned between Mother Earth and Father Sky

I am in my power

within Creator’s power

a hollow bone

for Creator’s will

for the highest good

I am great-full

joy sings here in my chest

as love sent out comes home to nest

this moment is all I will ever have

this moment is all I will ever need

inner child in glee

I am free

I am at peace

I love you

I love me

I wish you free

I wish you love

I wish you peace

Nov 20th #micropoetry redux

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past
present
future
threads of life
woven together
myriad textures of lived and unlived fabric
being
seeing
scene after scene
a shawl of memory’s embrace
worn into futures unknown

Haida honour their dead #poetry #shortstory MT = might trigger

 

watched a documentary on the Haida honouring their dead

 

saw how totem poles used to hold their bodies in bentwood boxes set in the head

 

then some white man came along

 

dishonoured their bones and stole them away

 

like most things the white man did

 

the Haida had no say

 

kicking around in dusty old museum drawers a hundred years later

 

when they should’ve been honoured so their spirits could go home to Creator

 

how they raised $100,000 to fly to Chicago to repatriate their ancestors’ bones

 

can you hear my moans

 

I cried to watch how they treated their dead

 

their dead

 

as sacred

 

where I come from

 

people were disrespected in life and in death

 

abused as they took their very last breath

 

the enormous guilt I carry

 

it weighs me down

 

why am I still here

 

while they’re in the ground

 

when can I stop trying to pretend

 

honesty and authenticity

 

a dying trend

 

if I could share my truth as part of every day

 

would the survivor guilt I carry

 

ever go away

 

sometimes I long

 

I long to go home

 

sometimes I long

 

I long to go home

 

©2012 Clear Wind Blows Over the Moon

*toned down version with words removed.

authenticity #mindfulness

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Sometimes being authentic and risking sharing your most vulnerable self, can inadvertently give permission to another to do the same…

When you do, the heart connections spark, firing connections, weaving a beautiful tapestry of sharing and of life. ❤

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