Connecting the Dots

by | Apr 5, 2021 | Philosophy

Can money be culpable?
Can we blame it in the end
For its humans that decide
Where its’ uses might begin

Yet, it’s money throughout history
And the ego that’s behind
That has decided what will stay or go
Plus, testosterone that’s blind

Now mix in the confusion
About powers yet unseen*1
And the systems built around them
With convictions in-between

We lend it disconnection *2
Or, any part we play
Believing consciousness just a mortal thing
In resistance, sit and pray

We pray that ‘this’ won’t happen
We pray for God’s relief
Ignoring our connection
To the destruction of our peace

“If only this, “ “If only that”
Condemning life, the same
The dynamic of our actions
Absent of self blame

The reality we cling to
The only one we know
Constructed and perpetuated
Restricts us as we go

For creators first and last
Condemned by our belief
Thought, an active agent
That can steal our quantum peace

Freeing up ourselves
Requires bringing freedom to the fore
Observing our condemnations
As never done before

What we condemn ‘out there’
Just a mirror we have on loan
To observe our inner self
As we make our way back home.

1/22/21 #2

*1 All of the systems of religion that have people in our present world
stuck back in the history of other people’s convictions.

*2 This stanza almost seems like it does not follow the previous ideas put
forth, but it actually does follow. As we’ve been born into and
indoctrinated into whatever historic period, we learn to acquire the
leanings and proclivities of past generations. Past generations have
taught us that life is the way it is and as such we are of little
consequence into the entire continuum. There is us and there is God. As
far as the two are concerned, we’re separate. Therefore, we have no
working knowledge that as we settle on certain ideas, structures, judgments
and convictions, we actually support their embodiment.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)