Long Authenticity Poems
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I thought I’d seen the worst, many times, many times
- No, I hadn’t -
We are now in times beyond anything imaginable
So many people suffering in a stormy sea of problems
We are here and it isn’t easy relying on survival tactics daily
Tired, but enduring, reaching deep inside for every resource
- While keeping faith -
There are no longer limits and justice is mainly gone
We can only keep loving others and ourselves
I thought I’d seen the worst so many times in the past,
- But, I know there is more ahead -
I am a creator, but I am analytical; I am a dreamer, but factual
Always facing truth, regardless of how hard it may be
For, a life is not worth living unless living it authentically!
Heidi Sands
5/31/22
Emerging in the dark,
A pale ghost cast by the moon—
Authenticity—
With the glow of rawness and power
The song of truth so precious
On a tongue that is pressed for
Change—submissive change—
Cradled in the prospects of devotion
The clouds covering the perfect circles
Penetrating through a lens
That magnifies true, imminent light
Of gleaming giants in velveteen skies
Fearless revelations
That accomplish alluring awe
The conundrums of life
Beyond us—beyond words—in us
2.12.20
Note: Those alluring mysteries...in us...if only we knew how to reveal them like the thin clouds reveal the soft circular shape of that glowing moon, as it floats so carefree... yet so purposefully in the sky. I like to compare our vulnerabilities and our abilities to the universe. They are vast, and can reveal such beautiful things about us.
What if it’s only a nervous breakdown if you bottleneck and bury the emotions that are trying to come through you?
That’s what causes the breakdown.
The resistance to what is,
the stopping of the process before it has an opportunity to move toward realization and resolution. What if something beautiful is actually happening within you,
something that wants to heal and move into full authenticity?
What if this is not a nervous breakdown,
but a nervous break-through,
a profound emotional cleansing,
a dissolution of the false structures that have ruled your life,
a breaking through to a more authentic state of being?
I stand unapologetically me;
Unafraid to be different, unafraid to be bold,
I stand for the truth for it is gold
I raise my voice; let it be heard
With all due disrespect!
I rise above the fray, unbowed and without dismay,
My spirit unchained and free to soar
Unbound by the mocking, the scorn, the token
I rise with all due disrespect!
In a world that seeks conformity,
I refuse to blend into the crowd,
I proudly stand in my authenticity,
With all due disrespect, I speak loud.
My thoughts unfiltered, my actions unchained,
I dance to the rhythm of my own beat,
With all due disrespect, I embrace my reign,
Defying expectations, I won't retreat.
For I am a force to be reckoned with,
A rebel with a cause, a warrior in flight,
With all due disrespect, I boldly exist,
In the darkness, I am my own guiding light.
So let the critics scoff and the naysayers jeer,
I will not be swayed by their doubts or their fear,
With all due disrespect, I stand tall and clear,
Embracing my truth, unapologetically sincere.
Form:
"To Walk Beside You"
I met you in the silence
Between laughter and retreat,
Where fire met still water
And wild hearts dared to meet.
You saw the storm inside me
And called it too much flame,
But it’s the heat that forged my spirit,
Not a thing I’ll ever tame.
You asked for open softness,
For a love that wraps and mends,
But love is not a binding rope,
It’s where the breaking ends.
I’ll walk with you through sorrow,
I’ll hold your trembling hand,
But I won’t step out of myself
To help you understand.
You crave a safer rhythm,
A song with gentler sound,
But mine is sung in thunder,
Still sacred, still profound.
So heal, love, and I’ll witness,
I’ll be there, brave and true,
But I can only love you fully
If I’m allowed to be me too.
Not to fix, not to follow,
Not to shrink or bend or hide,
But to meet you in the middle,
Whole, unmasked, and side by side.
Lev
Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.
Highs and lows, deviations of waves in a predicament
in full effect like the seven seas currents weighing the
pros and cons, incessant periods of non-stop rabbit holes
at a crossroad. Deadlock affairs what direction to take
assemble, so many turning points to face, fear penetrates and
plays a role that no progression can change of oppossing hearts.
Sort out an impasse of authenticity, withdrawals symptoms
similar to an addictions fiend and their choices.
“better a rebel, a nerd, than a blind follower of the herd”
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Buddha urged to illuminate darkness
Set forth towards the closest habitation
His countenance aglow with luminescence
Was asked by a passerby cause of his elation
Buddha replied that he was the one, the Arahant
Light that lights all lights, eternal God essence
Master of elements, glory of enlightenment
His aura bestowing soul transcendence
Buddha’s affirmation fell on deaf ears
No one grasped his words seemingly vain
Earth bound weary souls caged in myriad fears
Try as they might, exalted wisdom could not ingrain
Thus came about the need for wisdom intermediate
The four noble truths in easy symbolic language
Eight fold path being way to heavens gate
Simplified teaching became a rage
Narrow mind oriented to resist
Accepts not authenticity of oneness
Unaccustomed to light, our delusion persists
Feeding ego cravings in delusion of separateness
Most religions therefore opt to contour the ultimate truth
Subtly hinting towards the single underlying reality
Knowing we may not embrace God forsooth
Urging practices to infuse in heart purity
Spirituality on the other hand is direct
Unfettered by ritual, custom or blind belief
Head and heart with love aligned, stance erect
Directly imbibed wisdom gives soul permanent relief
21-July-2021
Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.
Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.
Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.
Seeing Shakespeare on the stage
The way that he intended
Must have had a top-notch team
Who cut and sewed and mended.
“Twelfe Night” was magnificent.
The all-male cast impressed;
But kudos, too, to all the folk
Who got those actors dressed!
Buoys ring out the calling on the mist
Any place is a better place than this
A song from the distant desert comes
Reminiscent of a kiss at Christmas
On a warm breeze tempered by the sea
Pouring out its soul like rain
Over the lost landscapes scenery
Waves lick the shore for salt and flavor
To be remembered then forgotten
What is it to be surmised by burning lava
Flowing over rocky aging miles
Back to the sea and under waves
The purity wheat domain grows thin
Sways like yellow hair between the cracks
Meandering overtime on gentle winds to finally rest
Under hills to escape the landscapes sole intent
Weighs heavy on the back of nature happening
Against the ground when sun settles down
Down rugged paths etched out by time itself
Perhaps poppies are in bloom
Over smooth surfaces of illusion
Illusions postulated late at night
As to their authenticity
Validated by the light of day
Morning comes to measure all
Dawn covers mountains first
Lightning strikes.... hits... then gone
Covers what is left when rolling on
Smooth as glass down a humble path
What Is left to postulate on beauty
As to what measures hills at peace
Hills line up, stacked on the ruined miles
Remain still after earthquakes come
Waiting on the morning shores in silence
Never done, never begun