Apple
Just because I am healthy and happy now –
it is not a vindication of your methods
It is because I have learned with my friends
how to love and accept love in return
and I am still learning
Do not think that it was your harshness that made it so
It was not you hating and berating me
It wasn't your stupid rage wrapped in a pretence of wisdom
It wasn't when you tried to blame and to punish me
for your feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction
It was not then that that you healed me
- when you lied
without seeking to hear the truth
using facts selectively
with exaggerations and additions
to satisfy your own desire to believe
that I am bad and therefore worthless
It was not when you sneaked and plotted
shaking your head with others who could not love
nodding together in righteous satisfaction
with your ignorance and prejudice
Nor when you were spitting cliché's at me;
'Get over it!'
from American T.V. comedies
'Get a life!'
But without humor
'Get out more!'
without love
sneering 'You're always the victim aren't you?'
with a false and vicious triumph 'You've messed up - face it!'
Getting your sense of worth
only from this
and from condoning each others pollution
No, it was not then
You poor creatures who think that love should stop
when someone makes a mistake
and then avidly, greedily watch for the mistake
- but always have excuses for yourselves
You who live with the threat of anger in your eyes
to make people comply
with your sham love
- Who threaten that this will be taken away
if I dare to suggest
for example, that it is so
and that real love is not like that
- You who think that any one who challenges you to see
may be with impunity ostracized
abandoned, tortured, maimed or killed
You who equate the more unfortunate legacies of evolution
- things we are still learning about, and learning how to control
with 'evil'; meaning 'a fully informed choice to harm'
and are victims of the superstition
that not only is this evil resident in people
such that it is all that they are
- but that it hovers with malignant independence of form
from reality
this later, strangely, a metaphor for your hate
Forgive me if I am so full of rage
about the suffering
that I add to it
Forgive me if I am not full of love
if this is not the rage of love
My prayer
young and aware of what we are
we will be
from the good earth
grown
again like the flowers
and full of the sun
our blood pulsing with the sea
our minds open as the sky
clear as the cries of birds
To forgive you I cannot pretend that there is nothing to forgive
To be free enough to forgive you, I have to tell the truth
And so you refuse the love that has helped and healed me
But I still suffer too, like you, although you do not know
about either, why
By the way i don't believe that story about losing innocence and eden because of knowledge. We lose because we do not yet have enough knowledge (love)
Grail Stone
Let us again see
the sacred in nature
and in our own nature
Let the gold flood the green again
the silver sheen the pink
and the blue vibrate the red
Edges of mauve and apricot skies
shine gold and silver brilliance to us
And let us be clear crystal
to carry this promise that truth
not fear, is the master and mistress
- in faith and growing knowledge
that it is the only hope for peace
Then let us focus this eternal light
on to everything in our life -
so that we will burn with love
for the gentle browns of earth
and the purity of air
rain and river streams
and the flowers
of the sea
Grail stone with alternate ending
Let us again see
the sacred in nature
and in our own nature
Let the gold flood the green again
the silver sheen the pink
and the blue vibrate the red
Edges of mauve and apricot skies
shine gold and silver brilliance to us
And let us be clear crystal
to carry this promise that truth
not fear, is the master and mistress
- in faith and growing knowledge
that it is the only hope for peace
Then let us focus this eternal light
on to everything in our life -
so that we will burn with love
for the gentle browns of earth
and the purity of air
rain, river and sea
- and not just a
destroying
greed
[Improved version of a poem thats in www.szura.org]