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Reflection: Self Liberation and Walking Each Other Home in Togetherness
Reflection: Self Liberation and Walking Each Other Home in Togetherness
As the author Toko-pa Turner wrote in her seminal work Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home there has always been this “terror of otherness so malignant in this world” driving us to tribalism, racism (and other oppression of peoples), xenophobia, nationalism, and violence which keeps us divided, separated, and siloed. For many, it appears at this particular time in history, this toxic ‘malignant otherness’ is as extreme as it has ever been in our lifetime.
Certainly within relationships there is a natural flow of being present and being absent. Grounded in the soul’s needs and development of Self, there is need for both periods of exile in the wilderness and feast of togetherness in community. Even outsiders operating at the margins of society long to belong authentically with others in community. As humans, we share this need to live our most true Truth together and to have a Home community we can always return to where we may truly belong in authenticity.
And thus the arduous journey facing us all as individuals in the pathless wilderness exile begins here and now. Resisting the selfish, dominant cultural lies of othering being spread by those operating at the self level of human development, those so called authorities, i.e., politicians, clergy, teachers, CEOs, social media influencers, power brokers, etc., those of the social systems of domination, we go inward, conducting a scorching self inventory of the lies we tell ourselves and others, and die unto that self. Then resisting the lies of the external authorities and annihilating the lies of our inner self, having unlearned all we have mistakenly been taught and believed, we are free to sift through the remains, for the Universal Truth beyond the self, allowing it to rise into the Light and to guide us for evermore.
Now Self liberated in Universal Truth, we join together each walking the other Home in Authentic Communities of True belonging eternally!
Herb Stone
image is the epilogue scene from the movie ‘Cloud Atlas’
poem: lessons revealed on a midsummer’s walk
poem: lessons revealed
on a midsummer’s walk the honey locust
wild apricot
and angelpod vine
surprise us today
as we walk the path
along Seven Mile Creekin these days in theses days
just after midsummer,
hot and humid,
the cumulus clouds
signalling afternoon showers
are close at han walking the damp Earth
revealing its lessons:
inseparability, impartiality,
and mutuality connect
all to the great nest of being
as divine universal love Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 11, 2021 photos by Herb Stone
‘Honey Locust, Wild Apricot,
and Angelpod Vine’
on a midsummer’s walk the honey locust
wild apricot
and angelpod vine
surprise us today
as we walk the path
along Seven Mile Creekin these days in theses days
just after midsummer,
hot and humid,
the cumulus clouds
signalling afternoon showers
are close at han walking the damp Earth
revealing its lessons:
inseparability, impartiality,
and mutuality connect
all to the great nest of being
as divine universal love Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 11, 2021 photos by Herb Stone
‘Honey Locust, Wild Apricot,
and Angelpod Vine’
quote: “…..we are Beloveds of the Lover as Love itself…..”
image unattributed
poem: the blessings of a daily walk
poem: the blessings of a daily walk
rambling
among the
wild carrot,
thistle,
crimson clover,
blackberries,
curly dock,
fields of wild flowers,
with the
dragon flies,
creek fish,
while tail,
in the
Southern Hills’ woods,
paddling the creeks,
then sitting a spell
in the deep shade
of mature trees,
with the cool breeze
on our face
fills our hearts
with unending gratitude
and grace
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 5, 2021
photos by the author
‘Our Recent Ramblings’
haiku: diaphanous visions in the summer breeze
haiku: diaphanous visions
in the summer breeze
in the summer breeze
like white satin gauze
delicate as fine china
floating on the breeze
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 1, 2021
photo by Herb Stone
‘Spider Lily’
poem: a day at Bird Heaven Hill
poem: a day at Bird Heaven Hill
arising early at first light
waking slowly sipping coffee
then out to hear the dense bird song
and to see the overnight blooms
scanning the sky and vistas
back inside making Cathey’s
ginger green tea elixir
checking friend’s post and messages
writing it all down
before business of the day sets in
Cathey comes down to nap
on the couch near me
we are well here
on Bird Heaven Hill
where all is regarded with love
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 30, 2021
photos by Herb Stone
‘Just Outside my Door’
My first book of poetry ‘The Poetry of Resistance and Transformative Healing’ is now available! Check under the menu tab ‘My Books’ for a link to the book.
poem: the hermit goes out for a chore
poem: the hermit goes out for a chore
going out the door
this early morn
for a quick chore
embraced by a breath
of cool, clean air
wrapped in a light breeze
the sunlight low on the horizon
bringing pristine surroundings
into to sharp relief
here on Bird Heaven Hill
with vitality and gratitude flowing
the old hermit’s heart is restored
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 25, 2021
photos by Herb Stone
‘Bird Heaven Hill’
poem: promise keepers and promise breakers
poem: promise keepers
and promise breakers
and promise breakers
promises, in relationships,
are like seeds that must be
planted in the soil of our
hopes and dreams,
watered with our
sweat and tears,
and allowed to grow
in the light of truth
and authenticity
then waiting to see what
they produce:
throne or vine,
barrenness or generative buds,
pretty flowers that fade and die
or living fruit that nourishes,
famine or feast,
self or Soul,
emptiness or Love
broken promises
are seeds of loss and grief;
and so now, with promises to keep,
facing the challenges
of the journey ahead,
overcoming its hardships
no matter how weary,
miles to go
before I slee
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 19,202
Author’s note: The last stanza alludes to
the iconic poem by Robert Frost, ‘Stopping
by Woods on a Snowy Evening.’
Art ‘Sower of the Seeds’
by Anneli Anderson
