Poetry

Love Is

/ Hermionejh / 4 Comments

Because there is love we exist. Not because of sex, even though that’s literally how we’re here (most of us anyway), but we exist because we form bonds of family and friends. We can even bond with strangers, with characters in books or on film or other mediums.

Our capacity to love never diminishes.

We might become bitter, or angry, or vengeful, but find a way to crack that and love can enter, fully.

Removing love can make us feel broken, incapacitated, but it never ends our ability to love if we had enough love and appropriate touch in infancy and early childhood.

Love is the center of our being and emanates from our heart – which is where our goodness and spiritual connection also stem from.

Love can and has changed the world, and love can save a soul, and heal our entire planet.

We get to choose what we leave in this world. All we can do is pass on our love, and knowledge and wisdom. The rest falls away.

Love is steady and unceasing, but it must be chosen and practiced and remembered.

Choosing love isn’t always easy, but it’s an open invitation, just waiting whenever, if ever, we’re ready and willing.

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© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh), Making A Way Blog, 2010 – current

My Shadowed Heart

/ Hermionejh / 2 Comments
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A season-inspired ode to Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven:

Loneliness, the shadow that now veils my heart.

My soul once did soar like the raven – but no more.

Oh, Edgar Allen! – did you see into the vast emptiness where dwelt my heart

Pierced by that cold, lonely arrow – a vile corruption of Cupid’s dart?

I did not turn to listen, as did you, to the repetition that named our doom.

And yet, perhaps, it was a fault of hearing, and not a curse

– a mis-hearing of repeated verse?

Oh hope, you dangerous fool! Away from me – fly!

Back to the raven’s roost through the tempest-tossed sky.

I remain in sorrow’s horrid grasp, like you, calling out to one who met their fate.

And in so doing, left us behind to ponder and beg

An unwinding of the stiff and unyielding fibers of time.

Loneliness, that shadow veiling my heart – that blot upon my soul

Ever keeps the wound from mending, and nevermore will I be whole.

Season’s Greetings for a spooky Halloween, and a hope for you to connect with your ancestors.

Link to: The Raven

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© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh), Making A Way Blog, 2010 – current

Cruel Chisel

/ Hermionejh / 7 Comments

There is a cruel chisel of hardened steel running through me.

It wants to harm everything it sees.

That impulse has shown through and marked everything in my life.

My better nature can push that down, or aside, but it’s always there – that cold rage and destructive nature.

Is that God?

God cannot then be infallible, and therefore not God.

If we’re ‘made in God’s image’, then god is, or was, human.

Maybe there are a succession of human gods – each dying off as a new one takes up the mantle.

Sometimes it’s a kind god telling us how we can be noble and creative – that we can use kindness and gladness through all our interactions and deeds.

Sometimes it has a deadly raging instinct and sees our worthlessness. We are a scourge on this earth. We are not ‘good’ or ‘noble’ or worth saving.

We are selfish, self-seeking, self-absorbed creatures fighting for status, relevance, power and greed.

We could have had a paradise.

We could have had a paradise.

We could have made this a paradise.

How will the next iteration fare?

I wish them better skills – better access to their higher natures.

I wish for their hardened steel to melt and reveal their gold.

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© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh) and Abstractly Distracted’s Blog, 2010 – current