Compassion

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I used to think the key to life
Was unconditional love
That once achieved there was nothing more
Because with unconditional love we are never alone

With this, there is understanding
That we are part of the blade of grass
As much as we are part of our flesh and bone

Unconditional love recognizes
That we are one with everything
That we see the elements of emotion
But with that we also see a lack of joy

Unconditional love may be the key to life itself
But compassion is the key to joy
For it means understanding the power of
Unconditional kindness to all life, including one’s own
I view unconditional kindness
As a test of all times that offers an opportunity to make known the unknown

With this there is understanding
That kindness changes the matrix:
The conscious mind in which we live
The conscious mind we do not know exists
Not your mind or mine
But the mind of matrix

By Sherry Swiney
Copyright June 21, 2009 – all rights reserved

Nimbus

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From what consciousness do you view the Earth?
I view it from the Stars and from that view,
We are not separate, but One.

I cannot see the crime or the goodness in separateness.
For even goodness is ego-driven when we are divided.
Not by birth did we inherit this but from the mind of Injustice,
That strives to conquer us.

Now we heed situational ethics and shifting standards.  
We embrace division and oppose our radiance.
Goodness becomes relative when we embrace the Lie.
We do not heed. We fool ourselves while we shape our deeds. 

And the watchman wonders: “Will the sleeping souls awake,  
To circumvent the tale and finally march as One,
Or will the Lie of separation prevail?  

Sherry Swiney
Copyright July 6, 2001 – All Rights Reserved

CROSS HAIRS ON THE FUTURE

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Have you ever heard a Raven as he flies beneath the skies?

Have you hearkened his warning to shed your own disguise?

In your trance, you keep living in misery.

As if you wish your spirit to die.

LET Raven de-spell you and remove you from your trance.

For the Great Mystery awaits you with experience –

the kind you never knew you could have.

In a glance you may set your ego free.

That is, if you wish to be wise.

That is, if you wish to survive.

by Sherry Swiney
Copyright March 30, 2001 All Rights Reserved

Ominous Parallels

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freedom, mind, the shift, victim, wake up

 Ominous Parallels

Though he crawled on his hands and knees in an African street,
begging for mercy and a chance to live,
his enemy still shot him three times in the head,
while neighbors in their hand-made clothes looked on.

Though she dashed under a car in an American lot,
screaming for someone to help her survive,
her enemy still shot her until she died,
while shoppers with their shopping carts looked on.

Though activists shout a canary’s wisdom in the mine
warning of great dangers, should truth disappear,
the hand of injustice still unfolds to silence what’s left of their kind,
while couch-potatoes with their beer and chips look on.

Sherry Swiney
Copyright November 07, 2014 All Rights Reserved

Remembered History

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dreams, poems, wake up

Remembered History

Eons ago I was awake with all my faculties
Then I went to sleep, snoring for centuries
I slept long enough to know for sure
That I never existed before

Oh slumber you paved a path
And being weary of your wrath
I became a chameleon
Charmed by your opinion

And there was no thought
There was no inkling
I walked in your abstract
Without ever thinking

Oh hypnotic catastrophe you drove me to wail
When you punctured my sleeping veil
I moaned within, knowing something was wrong
If this wasn’t me, who have I been for so long?

Who would I be if I didn’t take note
That for eons your song had been my yolk?
Terrified, I howled out loud
Will you lock me away for what I say?

Then it was time to wake up from the dream
It was time to remember my song
Life is not what it seems
Your implanted history is wrong

Though you tried so hard to hold on to me
I remember how I used to be
Oh slumber declare your fake jeopardies
While I recall ancient remedies

I remember the path skewed from me
In fact, I could have been a river so easily
Or taken the form of a mountain or stream
But this time I chose a human being

In this hour, I recall my inner power
Yes, your myth worked for a time
And you reveled in my tragedy
Never dreaming this would awaken me

Oh backfired slumber you’ve lost your grip
On this one soul; on this one trip
Awake, I recall the contract
To return at this time, all faculties in tact

The dream has ended; the harmony returns
The light within is no longer dimmed
The purpose for returning now is clear
Exposed is the chronicle you hold so dear

Sherry Swiney
Copyright November 07, 2014 All Rights Reserved