Dear Pachamama,
it’s unnerving when
you roil and rant,
rattling your saber –
An empty threat?
I feel Earth slide,
my life tenuous
beneath my feet.
Tornadoes & floods,
hail & hurricanes,
this earthquake
another reminder
that we live always
by your grace,
so better live now,
tomorrow’s uncertain.
© Susan L Hart 2023
We don’t remember
our other soul lives spent here,
alien Earth plane.
Swaths of sand smooth and
soften hard edges of past
civilizations.
We visit, then with
infinite impermanence,
return to dust too.
© Susan L Hart 2023
I don’t know
why we can’t
have a happier
world than this.
I guess we
are addicted
to our unhappiness,
otherwise we’d
just say no to
the psychopaths,
the insanity
of it all,
snap our fingers
and wake from
this twisted
dream we insist
upon calling
reality,
and begin
creating something
different.
What are
we waiting for?
Someone
to give us
permission,
someone to
tell us how
to do it,
someone
who’ll do
it for us.
Those some
ones aren’t
coming.
I want a
different reality.
I believe
that must
be possible,
and I want to
help build it.
How about you?
A Different Reality © Susan L Hart 2023
We arrive
with no luggage
and leave with
none too,
so why do we
spend a lifetime
accumulating
things?
To prop up
our egos,
and relieve
our boredom,
to salve our
hurts, and
impress the
neighbors.
Within the
glorious potential
of the soul’s
quest, we lay
waste to what
could have been
for the next
new toy.
The kids
fight over the
treasures
left behind
by their parents,
thinking that the
having is some
kind of victory.
But the wounds
inflicted in the
fight for more
are baggage of
a different kind,
ones that we
take with us if
we’re not careful.
Our experiences
and loving well
are the real
souvenirs,
and as big
as those are,
they pack light
to go home.
The Trip © Susan L Hart 2023
This is
no caprice,
a mere fad,
sheer whimsy,
although to
the politicians
it may be,
they play with
our lives
so carelessly.
This is war,
blood splatters
the pavement,
fading light
in eyes that
saw Life
as worthy of
defending from
an ominous
dark enemy.
War does not
honor Life,
it burns,
it plunders,
it murders,
it destroys,
until all that
WE built
is reduced to
black ash.
What right do
they have?
We are not
their chattel,
this is our
world too,
it will not
get better ’til
we say no to
their evil.
Decimation © Susan L Hart 2022
If you believed
it was the end
of the world
as we know it,
what would you
be doing
right now?
Would you still
be shopping for
a new couch,
on which to
watch movies
about the end
of the world?
Would you
to continue to
view life as
external to you,
or would you
begin to
look inward?
Would you start
to see yourself
as part of the
solution to change
our struggling
world, or would
you look away…
losing yourself
in the drivel on
your phone,
the latest celebrity
gossip and tell
yourself it will
all be okay.
I am here to
tell you it
won’t be okay
without you,
we need you
to awaken and
open your eyes.
Tyrants are
wrecking our
planet and lives,
you can choose
to awaken,
or continue
to sleep.
You are part
of it All,
there is nothing
external to
you, and when
you see that,
things will change.
Life is worth
saving from those
who do not
respect it or us,
so at the end
of the world,
what will you do?
End of the World Stuff © Susan L Hart 2022 | Please share, thanks!
Chisel not my name
onto elegant stone,
so you that I love
might become slave
to a time and place
that no longer holds
my soul, to which you
could become tied,
lost in sorrow and
life’s limitations.
Rather, joyfully cast
my dust to the wind, so
I may dance on the breeze,
and one day as the leaves
rustle gently overhead,
you will feel me there,
riding a ray of sunshine
kissing your face, and
I’ll whisper in your ear,
“Remember to live free.”
Message in a Bottle © Susan L Hart 2022
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