The wisdom of an unopposed heart
Please release me let me go.
What do I want to of
|At the moment
I am a barricade
Against the light
Of the real me,
Like a hastily thrown up barricade
Across the streets of revolutionary France.
Like this is my personality -
That ego cobbled together
Mass of thoughts and feelings
From my childhood,
Peopled by the voices
And masks of my parents,
Coloured by my childhood experiences
That have left me fearful.
Mistaking myself to be this
Bulwark of gathered self-impressions
Acquired in life,
Mistaking myself for the barricade,
For the personality me,
And living that thing
Has been such a strange experience...
And sometimes, still,
In unguarded moments,
When I contemplate the endless ocean
Lapping at my feet,
Or some other perfection.
I find myself.
My job is to dismantle that barricade
And as I do, I see chinks of light
As I throw off that block to feeling -
That tangled mass of chairs and tables
From the barricade -
It allows more of the real me,
That being of light I am,
To shine on through.
may discredit another.
Love one another.
no one may discredit another,
for you do not know
simply regard it with
Wonder at its difficulty,
wonder at its uniqueness,
wonder at its peculiarity...
wonder at it all,
and judge it not,
nor the other.
Love them instead
and admire their bravery
to do it at all.
All of our strange journeys,
so indecipherable to others
but our greatest treasures-
our learnings, our fulfilment...
And if others judge you,
wonder at their temerity
to be able to judge
and love them their judgement.
Never will that judgement harm you
if you can simply
and embrace them
and in so doing,
they may wonder
at your capacity to do so.
There's a castle in my mind.
An awesome castle full of armoured knights
Accoutred in their armour, swords by their sides,
Sprawled on castle steps and battlements -
Fast asleep- heads lolling against the stonework,
Dust over everything.
Asleep on beds and by tables in the yard,
The king on his throne fast asleep.
They are all so fast asleep !
Reading the words written on the insides of their eyelids,
What message lies there stalking your unconscious brains?
Grand men are these of times gone by
And grand men will they be again,
When other weapons will they wield,
In another time and place.
Grand weapons, non- weapons - words instead,
Words of feeling, words of grace,
Wielded from their heart-space,
Knowing what it takes to be a man.
For they have been there,
And so they know
Just to love is all.
Arise, awaken knights of old
There's a new world to be taught.
No longer the need to fight and defend,
Your shining armour now
Is the light upon your face
Just the heart light now,
The light upon your face,
With which to tend the world
Each man in the circle takes his turn,
As the inspiration comes to him,
To stand and say-( for example )
"I stand for love.
I have been seeking to love
All my life but now I know
I need not seek outside myself
So here today
I stand for love."
And the next man, inspired, stands and says-
"I stand for resoluteness
To honour that in Mankind
and to project a new vision of resolution.
For we as men no longer need
To hold on in the absence of hope,
Instead I stand for the new quality
Of seeking and finding resolution
knowing I can resolve inner conflict."
And so it continues
With each man standing to affirm
A new quality within himself
That is being birthed today
Until each man has made his statement.
All these qualities then-
The individual learning
Of these men's' journeying,
Thus together contributing to
What it is to be a man.
to the Men 1
By: Pure Human Heart
Ha, those men!
to the Men 2
By: Pure Human Heart
To be among you men now
I rejoice in men
In their contrariness as much as their other strengths.
I rejoice in men supporting men to be,
All that they can be.
I rejoice when they don't make a sound,
Because that is their choice,
Men come from some kind of strength,
That I'm just learning about.
Its a something that's like an unsurprised prize fighter,
Nothing seems to be happening,
When those heavy blows land,
But there is, there is something there!
I'm surprised by men, by their awesome strength,
That doesn't seem to be there,
But then there it is,
Or sometimes that strength is never seen,
And that man, or that one, passes
To his grave unseen - his power unseen.
This is a hymn to men,
But also I want to include the
Who live on in ignominy or silence -
They too hold the world
Upon their shoulders,
These lovely men that some women know not of,
For they haven't the patience to wait and see,
And even if they see nothing,
To know and love the unseen
Strength and love that is there -
To try and try and not to yield -
Even if nothing seems to have been achieved,
Because there is something there
That defies explanation.
I sing of the unknownness of men
And I've sung enough .
Thank you sooo much Pure Human Heart for sharing this with me and all those that come to this page. My love, gratitude, and respect of you is immeasurable.