Making Peace with the Past

by | Apr 2, 2021 | Personal

God, nature, parents, provide the mix
Enlivened DNA
Bringing Spirit earthbound
Sperm becoming human clay

Myself, my children, husband
All getting here the same
Myths might tell us otherwise
Like Ole’ Saint Nic’s long fame (*1)

The road or path we follow
To get us where we are
A tender foot on gravel
Or a fighter jet, or car

Circumstance of heredity
Has its part to play
We make up words to justify
Where some are found along the way

Karma, as example
A contextual word engrained
Eases fits of conscience (*2)
In the pathways of the brain

… Wherein I’ve digressed
With an image much too large
It started out quite personal
But, in transit, caught a barge

The life I’ve lived has taught me
Everything I know
Interpretation within experience
Is natural in flow

Intention seems has its part
As seen in the court of law
Therefore, am found innocent
Of complaints from one and all

No thought or deliberation
Or intention to bring another pain
Just a Spirit moving onward
Personally unconstrained (*3)

So, children of our DNA (*4)
Please forgive me of my sins
Release me of your judgment
That we might begin again

Identity rape is conjecture
Born of an ego that’s been bruised
Truth, a force upon the earth
Of which ego has no use

So, children three born of we
Forgive me of my sins (*5)
The past, its shadow casts
No peace to find therein

Every beginning has an outcome
Just as sex and its release
When energy flows unrestricted
Continuity will be complete

Fore-knowledge and intent
Might somehow enter in
Whereas ignorance and innocence
Might actually live therein

Live free of judgments delivered
By an ego defending pride
Alternate spiritual venues
Is the traction, spirit, provides

Reality, a composite of factors
Where waves and particles dance
Humans provide spirit its form
Unclear in an unconscious glance

As spirit wakes to see the mess
It’s created in its wake
“What’s done is done”, as they say
Of it, no mistake

Forgiveness and self-mastery
As the light of error dawns
Releasing Self and others
Is what our future depends upon.

2/11/20 #1

(*1) Mentioning ‘Ole Saint Nick’ has nothing whatsoever to do with the
nature of the poem, except to point out how something like a song can be
passed down generationally and passed off as a truth. We lie to our
children until they are old enough to figure out a greater truth. In
referring to myths, I’m not at all sure that this is not referring to the
story of Mary. Some cultures would kill a woman for getting pregnant out of
wedlock, so your story better be good.

(*2) When a person is wronged in one way or another, the thought of Karma
coming into play quite often helps to mitigate or dissolve the anger,
“They’ll get theirs.” This certainly does not release the anger or provide
any form of forgiveness, it’s just a concept we’ve learned to accept, in
order to move forward. That’s what is meant by it ‘eases, fits of

(*3) My personal needs of comfort never seemed to get in my way. I never
looked for an easy way out, never compromised myself entering into a
relationship to be taken care of, not that I’m consciously aware of. My
steps felt directed.

(*4) You beautiful adults are the product of your dad and my relationship.

(*5) Whatever you consider them to be, whether real or imagined. Your dad
was hurt by my leaving and may have had things to say which may not even be
true, due to his anger, that is called ‘identity rape.’ While I don’t know
that to be true, however I had a Biofeedback reading and that came out in
it. Since I don’t understand the nature of Biofeedback, I can only assume
it’s possible to have appeared within the reading.

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”)