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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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Posted in just a scribble, meditation, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged belief, meditation, misinformation, poem, Poetry, Ray, spirituality, transformation, truth on November 18, 2020| 25 Comments »
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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
.
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Earth, Gaia, poem, Poetry, release, shaman, spirituality, truth on November 9, 2018| 42 Comments »
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The day comes
when his totem
tumbles to the ground
and he commands silence.
.
He empties his pouch
of tooth and claw,
spreads his eagle wings
and flies to the top
of the mountain,
.
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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Posted in Poetry 1970's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged compassion, Earth, election, Gaia, kindness, Love, poem, Poetry, truth, vote, wisdom on October 29, 2018| 44 Comments »
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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, 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. ❤
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged calling, darkness, drums, evolution, freedom, hope, injustice, justice, light, poem, Poetry, spirituality, truth on October 6, 2018| 26 Comments »
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Deep in the folds
of the flannel of night
we hear the drums call –
.
ba ba boom.
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Our eyes open wide
as we chew through the shackles
and dance ourselves free –
.
ba ba boom.
.
Up the spiral we climb,
our candles held high
to shatter the gloom –
.
ba ba boom.
.
At the top we leap clear
of gravity’s hold
on the weight of our words –
.
ba ba boom.
.
We land on the sun
where we tear off our masks
and meet our true Selves –
.
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)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged 1967, change, enlightenment, Nietzsche, philosophy, poem, Poetry, summer of '67, truth, youth on April 6, 2018| 33 Comments »
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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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Posted in Poetry 1970's, tagged election, justice, Love, perseverance, poem, Poetry, politics, spirituality, strength, truth, wisdom on November 16, 2016| 11 Comments »
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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.
.
© 1976, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Someday wisdom, love and truth will prevail. Never give up!)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged enlightenment, freedom, God, illumination, inspiration, liberation, poem, Poetry, spirituality, truth on October 8, 2016| 16 Comments »
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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.
.
And as he breaks the bindings
that had camouflaged his heart
he finally sees
the great divine
shining from the mirror
and meets himself.
.
(c) 1996, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, eternity, integrity, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, shaman, strength, truth on August 3, 2014| 7 Comments »
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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.
.
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.
.
© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged flowers, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sun, Trees, truth, wisdom on February 7, 2013| 23 Comments »
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
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Essence, masks, Poetry, reality, reunion, spirituality, truth on September 14, 2012| 20 Comments »
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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