Stories we’re told vs truth-facts-bones

Inspired by current events; by AOC’s riveting speech; by Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette program; by Paul Joseph’s (@thepauljoseph) educational course on 5 million years of Black History; by R.R. Shakti’s course and talks on mythology/Herstory/history.  And by life itself.

There’s a lot that we’re just told
That we’re forced to uphold
While the truth gets buried in the fold
Ancient bones left in the cold

Constructs that we’re told to live within
And subconscious things we believe in
Not essential truths
No elemental proof

In fact, there’s loads of evidence
That show a different existence
Yet we trudge along in acceptance
Borderline indifference

To flagrant injustices that are constantly thrust upon us
And it all comes back around to something simple and profound
That we all deserve to be happy and free
To live life with love, without suffering

But the power and greed
Of a small percentage who agree
That more is what they need
While others starve and bleed

This sad faction so diseased
With empty hearts and karmic deeds
They control everything
Or so it seems

Well are the tides turning?
Are we fruitless in our burning?
Are we condemned to ever-yearning for an existential unlearning?
Will their karmic debts finally come to a head?
Will the collective soul be fed before we leave this planet dead?

I have to believe in the hope of the heart
That there is good left, enough to build an ark
To acknowledge the pieces we’ve torn apart
To make peace with ourselves would be a good start

Leo Moon, fun with new camera phone lenses

2020 Vision – Happy New Year!

Thought I’d wade through some past journal entries for something I’d written on a previous New Year’s Eve night.
20 years ago, I thought the year 2020 was some cosmic, far-off, futuristic paradise.  It is and isn’t, though we don’t quite know that yet.  We build it one day at a time.  Maybe I’ll have some commentary for you on the next New Year’s Eve.  From 20 years ago, we are in a futuristic wonderland in terms of technology, though that has proven to be full of it’s own landmines and challenges.
I look forward with hope for what the next decade becomes.  Happy New Year!!

12/31/15 –
You can wake up and feel the joy
Or squander it and be annoyed
You can listen to the void
Or ignore it and just avoid

Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?
Or just the wrong side of your head?
Can you shift what was said
To something positive instead?

You can choose your attitude
Just as you do your food
Both affect your mood
And the way your world is viewed

Do you really want to be rude?
Or can the heart be renewed?
Is everything always screwed?
Or can your vision be improved?

When the dark begins to brood
Can your reaction be removed?
If you can’t side step the blues
Can you walk so it doesn’t bruise?

Here’s to a new decade! May it be creative, positive, transformative and compassionate.
Enjoy a little “Meditation Blues” from my husband, Matthew DeOrazio….

Your Lovely Face

Your Lovely Face
I have not forgotten your lovely face
Nor your warm embrace
But life’s current pace
Has felt like a race
Or a high speed chase

Where each moment is faced
With some life to save
Where the breath must be brave
Like a calm inside a cave

As we live out each day
In a full-fledged blaze
And find out new ways
To survive the latest craze
And not get lost in the maze

We learn to see through the haze
We learn to soften our gaze
Adjusting to each phase
Of the moon and the sun’s rays

We let love be the praise
And let go of the colder ways
To forgive and to pray