Ray

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The day

we peel away

the tentacles of belief

will be the day

we discover

that unwavering ray

of truth.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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When Shamans Move

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The day comes

when his totem

tumbles to the ground

and he commands silence.

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He empties his pouch

of tooth and claw,

spreads his eagle wings

and flies to the top

of the mountain,

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and with one last glance

at the ashes

and the shattering,

he sighs, and

disappears

into his own truth.

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(c)  1996, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Magic Candles

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We can’t be held down,

we’re a ball bouncing back,

an unsinkable raft,

a bowl that won’t crack.

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We can never be slain,

our core’s made of steel,

wherever we’re punctured

we readily heal.

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Trample on us

and we’ll spring back to life,

we cut to the truth

like an ever-sharp knife.

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We’re a magical candle

that never stops burning,

a wise inner child

who never stops learning.

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Knock on our window’s

unbreakable glass,

mow us down, we’ll grow back

like invincible grass.

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Light as a bubble

we can’t be detained —

we’ll rise towards the light

and ever remain.

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©  1976, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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We need to vote — for wisdom, love, truth, integrity, compassion, understanding, tolerance, kindness, common sense, and justice.  We need to vote for candidates who will encompass as many of those traits as possible (no matter their party).

We need to vote for those who will join the rest of the world in protecting Mother Earth.  We must change this downhill slide, for the sake of our children, our grandchildren, and all future generations. Thank you.  ❤

Love, B.  ❤

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Drums

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Deep in the folds

of the flannel of night

we hear the drums call –

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     ba ba boom.

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Our eyes open wide

as we chew through the shackles

and dance ourselves free –

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      ba ba boom.

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Up the spiral we climb,

our candles held high

to shatter the gloom –

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     ba ba boom.

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At the top we leap clear

of gravity’s hold

on the weight of our words –

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     ba ba boom.

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We land on the sun

where we tear off our masks

and meet our true Selves –

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      Ba Ba Boom, Ba Ba Boom!

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(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised…. written in 1993)

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End of Doubt

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(Remembering the summer of ’67)

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It was a blue-sky summer

of beach love freedom

and baby-oil tans

but most of all

a hunger

for the daring wild truth.

We danced far away

from dead philosophers

returning to their coffins

and the icy leanings

of cynical professors.

And so it was

that long, fiery season

when heat ignited bodies

and the sun

kindled our souls

that Nietzsche’s god

rolled over

in his grave.

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(c) 2013, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2013, revised)

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Always on Top – 2016 posting

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(Originally from 1976 – revised)

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We can’t be held down,

we’re a ball bouncing back,

an unsinkable raft,

a bowl that won’t crack.

We can never be slain,

our core’s made of steel,

wherever we’re punctured

we readily heal.

Trample on us

and we’ll spring back to life,

we cut to the truth

like an ever-sharp knife.

We’re a magical candle

that never stops burning,

a wise inner child

who never stops learning.

Knock on our window’s

unbreakable glass,

mow us down, we’ll grow back

like invincible grass.

Light as a bubble

we can’t be detained,

we’ll rise towards the light

and ever remain.

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©  1976, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Someday wisdom, love and truth will prevail.  Never give up!)

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Emergence

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He cuts away gold-threaded robes,

rips the collar from his voice,

kicks away the leaded boots

and finds that he can dance

beyond the trappings

of the mortar

and the folly of prestige.

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And as he breaks the bindings

that had camouflaged his heart

he finally sees

the great divine

shining from the mirror

and meets himself.

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(c) 1996, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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Touch – 2014 posting

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Oh Shaman man,

you knew every fold

hidden in the riddling

curtain of truth.

You saw the bare

bones of motive,

the underpinnings

of facade.

You were strength and power

but you also knew tenderness,

the sweet kiss

on the cheek of a lover

slumbering in your bed.

But alas, you also knew

when to go.

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Oh Shaman man

do not doubt another season,

a time not jaded

by an overdose of obstacle.

For when we touch

again, we’ll have

a thousand years to spare.

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© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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For the Sun

Flowers never open up

in blind belief

nor do grasses

on the hillside

sway in winds

of dogma.

 

Leaves never tilt their sides

towards a wishful thought

and treetops will not stretch

for the pseudo heights

of politics

(nor do their roots drink

lower than the low).

 

Flowers, grass, leaves, trees

live only for the Sun.

What makes you bloom?

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© 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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Re-Union

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Deep in the folds

of the flannel of night

we hear the drums call

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

Our eyes open wide

as we chew through the shackles

and dance the light free,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

Up the spiral we climb,

our candles held high

to shatter the gloom,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

At the top we leap clear

of gravity’s hold

on the edge of our words,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

We land on the sun

where we tear off the masks

and meet our true selves –

    Ba  Ba  Bum,  Ba Ba Boom !

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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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