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Teal Swan Poetry

A Child's Voice

The voice of a child says
It is better that our hearts grow light
It is better to embrace instead of exile suffering
From instead of to it’s murdering breath
Mothers weep until their tears run dry
Their sons on distant streets decay
Kissed by the meritless fever of war
Stripped of life
And all souls die along with them
Just as all souls live
As a newborn embraces the joy of its mother’s breast
Relieved of the heavy husk of childhood 
Let our voices rise to denounce
All that kept us prisoner 
Like the undisturbed stars 
My heart flickers without falter
I use it’s light to turn around to face my real enemies
But all there is 
Is stillness and space
Row upon row of ramparts I have built
For an enemy that doesn’t exist
All souls are set free
As I tear down my walls
Brick by brick
But not by hating them
I have taken the child’s advice
It is better that our hearts grow light
It is better to love than to fear
And the voice of a child says
There is no better way to love 
Than to love the fear itself

This is Earth

Where each breath and step is none but a progression towards death.
Where pain is the loud and bloody birthing ground for peace.
Our cowardice saves us from nothing 
in a world where bravery was never a choice.
It leaks like sweat from the pores.
It is dried in the sun of our commitment to live.
Where a trillion lives are spinning through the cosmos;
at a thousand miles per hour 
with no destination in sight.
Our faith is placed in the color of our blood,
in the salt of our tears.
Where the heart is broken and it keeps on beating just the same.
Where love is the only evidence we have that God exists;
something greater than ourselves 
and the blindness with which we fumble through life.
Our cowardice saves us from nothing 
in a world where bravery was never a choice.
Where no matter how careful you are, you will die.
Some of us simply arrive at death safely.
But in honest defeat,
with a life half lived.
Drenched in the sweat of our own cowardice,
having made no commitment to fully live.
Where in some distant desert a flower opens,
offering it’s frailty to the world.
And therein lies its strength.
A coward is incapable of love.
And so he has no evidence that God exists;
something greater than himself.
Our cowardice saves us from nothing
in a world where bravery was never a choice…
So love
Because 
This is earth.
This is earth.

Forever Smile

We cannot forever smile 
To know the value of a smile.
Its symmetry is only known 
By the violent disagreement of woe 
Sorrow is the spot light 
That Illuminates joy 
On the stage of life
We must first clutch our griefs 
In quivering arms
To learn how to drop them
To learn how to embrace 
Relief instead
When you taste the value of a smile
When you feel its symmetry 
Against your lips
You will see that you are the richest man on earth
Who has been begging for a living
That you already made
You will see that you are the freest man on earth
Who has been banging on the jail bars
That you already escaped from
Both wealth and freedom 
Are meaningless 
Without the awareness 
Of what it is you are fighting for
What is the goal of your wealth?
What is the goal of your freedom?
If not to smile.
So smile today
And see
That the violent disagreement of woe
That the heaviness of grief and sorrow
Was worth it
Because 
We cannot forever smile 
To know the value of a smile
But once we know the value
We can smile.

The World My Father

The agonized sea 
of parting ways
heaves and cracks against the heart
His smile burns its ways across my grief
As if teasing
As if reminding me of what I have lost
The sound of heartbreak
Rings heavy like a bell underwater
The impact of the echo of it could be my undoing
But here I am
I have not broken under the blow of it
But I want to
The sun is setting
Both inside and out
I am capsized by the sound of my own voice
A plea to the listening sky
A renunciation
Instead of a wanting
I am done wanting
Done wanting for a life I never had
Done wanting from a man who would never give it
And cannot give it
And will never give it
I have written him a letter
I have read it aloud
My voice is nothing against an internal sea in torment.
It amounts to a whisper
But a whisper is still a vow
After perpetual defeat
You have to wonder
If you are powerless because you can’t stop and move on
You have to ask yourself
How much of you was happy while it lasted?
Do you not father me on the destroying sands of this earth because I’m not enough?
Not enough to value
Not enough to want
Not enough to try to understand
The cool of your indifferent waters cannot calm the fury of not being loved enough 
Only fire can calm the fury
Fire that consumes the letter I wrote to you
The violent orange of ember
Converts the pain to ash
The ash to smoke
The smoke to sky
Death has marked the hills tonight
But this time the death of a dream
My fingertips, disabled by the cold
Are none the less hooded in the ash
Veiled by the hollow silence of this act and promise
To never come after your love again
Picking through the ash and snow
For a message left behind by the fire
The finality of a lesson learned
Is summed up in the two remaining words I find 
The only two words not eaten by the flame 
Barely visible through the powder grey lien of the ash
And the words are
The world.

Flame and Ash

Grief
With it’s disheveled hands,
Pulls me back in time.
I stand before the life that was
In the marred silence of the black of night.
I see the buildings
The buildings that witnessed all
But said nothing
And did nothing
They, the containers of my grief
They, the keepers of the silence
Of the abominations that occurred there
Made monstrous by association,
They stand 
Like sniveling memorials.
They, the bystanders
To the breaking of my body
The desecration of my mind
The hewing of my soul
They, the tombs of my youth
Will hold me hostage no longer.
I
Having returned an intemperate heroine
Set fire to them all
With heavy torches.
The fire,
Like rampant water
Floods and bellows it’s way throughout the town
It consumes
Each and every building
The horror and the grief
That is imprinted 
Within these buildings
Sustains the burning.
Burning that lasts for hours
Burning that lasts for days
Burning that devours all the memories
One by one
I watch the memories
I watch them rip and tear apart 
Like images on burning filmstrip
All is mortal
In the path of the flame
The fire washes my childhood away
Until it is dead and gone
In the garden of my mind.
A vision splendid
The violent copper 
Of the flame
Fades
Into raven colored ash…
The final amen.

The Holy Grail

How far must we deviate from ourselves?
How long must we abandon ourselves?
Since the moment we first chose to do so
We abandon ourselves in birth.
And if we do not rejoin ourselves over the course of our lives 
We rejoin ourselves in death.
We must die to ourselves In order to be born
And all life is a process 
Of being re-born to ourselves.
And what of emotion?
Emotion is the tether
Emotion is the link that remains when all else is lost
Emotion is the only remnant of the true self 
Which we abandoned in order to be born here
Emotion is what leads you back to you
All things done on this planet 
Are done to escape emotion 
Every cigarette smoked
Every lover gained
Every book read
Every bite eaten
We even find our way to spirituality because we are desperate to escape the way we feel
But then we find that the only way to find joy and to set ourselves free permanently 
Is to walk into the eye of the storm
To be so ready to die as a result of our pain 
That we stop running or escaping
We stop trying to feel better
We stop trying to change the way we feel
And instead, we walk right into the eye of the storm 
Ready for it to swallow us up.

Even daring it to. 
For the first time in our lives 
We do not abandon ourselves 
Because for the first time 
We do not run from the way we feel 
We do not try to use positive focus to move away from ourselves
We do not use alcohol to suppress ourselves
We do not use a lover to protect us from ourselves
Instead, we move towards and into our feelings
We don’t ask them to change
We don’t want them to be different
We are simply in and of and with them
And because of it, we are completely in and of and with ourselves
And something beautiful happens…
After practicing the art of being with ourselves again and again
The universe reveals itself in its entirety 
There is a hole inside all people
A deep emptiness 
Wanting to be filled up
But what is that emptiness?
That emptiness is grief.
Grief is the baseline emotion for all people incarnated on this planet.
But what is it that we are all grieving?
The answer is the loss of self
We lost ourselves in our birth into physical form 
We abandon ourselves when we separate ourselves from that which we truly are 
From source
Like a stone dropped into still water
The ripples from that original transgression
Travel outward
After the original separation from our true selves,
We re-live that separation again and again
Separation from the womb
Separation from the breast
Separation from our parents
Separation from friends
Separation from lovers
Separation from our children
And eventually, separation from life itself upon our death day.
We suffer the original separation throughout the duration of our lives.

We suffer to the degree that the desire within us
To be whole again 
Is strong enough 
To draw us back to ourselves.
To draw us back to source
Because Source and self are one and the same.
Grief is at the core of all of our lives.
All of us abandoned ‘ourself’ to come here
We broke into a billion pieces
We call them by different names
I am Teal
You are John
Or Mary
Or William
Or Emily
All pain and suffering on this planet 
Is a ripple
Cast off from the original stone
Of Separation
All human behavior
Is seen accurately through the stages of grief
The entire emotional scale
Is in essence, the expression of a grief process
When we are separated from other people 
And feel as if we have lost them
As they leave us
As they die
The grief we feel 
Is none but a reflection
Of the original loss of ourselves upon our birth
And we will lose our loved ones 
As long as it takes 
To reunite 
With ourselves again
This grief process that is occurring within all of us 
Is the grief process of having lost a loved one
And we have all lost this loved one 
We have all lost ourselves
We could not be born unless we did
And so, this grief is shared by us all. 
We are united in this grief 
And yet, we are torn apart by it
This grief process now plays itself out upon the world.
It accounts for all of our actions as a species
We are utterly powerless at birth

We deny what has happened to us
We feel utterly isolated
We become angry
Because we are so scared
We start to bargain with our parents
And then we bargain with the world
We fall into depression
Because nothing can make the hole inside of us go away
And one day, we either die because of it 
Or we find acceptance.
To find acceptance for the separation
And to set ourselves free from the prison of it
We must go straight into the eye of the storm of grief. 
To be reunited with ourselves
We must let go
We must let ourselves grieve
We must let ourselves grieve for the loss of ourselves
And in every following thought and word and movement
We must make a vow to never abandon ourselves again
We must make a vow to be completely with ourselves 
In each and every moment of our lives
Without needing ourselves or the way we feel 
To be different

Hell Fire

We are combustive.
Our emotion is 
Trapped
Blocked
Controlled
Denied
Sedated
This resistance to our own emotion 
Causes friction
And friction causes heat.
Hell is depicted as a world of fire
A place where we burn alive and suffering is all we know for eternity
But this is the world that so many of us already live in
We didn’t even have to die first to get there
Or did we?
The heat of the fire of hell is caused by the friction of our resistance
Our resistance to our own emotions
Of Anger
Fear and 
Grief
This hell is not a place somewhere outside of us.
Instead, it is inside each and every one of us.
All of the chaos and ‘evil’ in our world occurs within us.
The living hell
Is the state of running
From the inner fire
Of our unwanted emotions
Looking for escape routes, of which there are plenty
Only to discover that every escape route 
Is in fact a dead end.
The only way to escape the inner fire
Is to walk straight through it.
The only way out…
Is in.

The Sunflower that is Always There

What did we possess yesterday?
What will we lose today?
When the world is shattered like a window,
No glass remains between you and the sunflower which was always there.
No illusions, no barriers.
Just the opportunity to turn towards it.
For in the smallest of things, therein lies the greatest of things.
There is a grace to be found in those moments.
A grace that is lost to us when we are in the midst of grief
instead of outside looking in.
When the shock and denial and groundlessness that is grief,
makes the world around us stand still.
The stopping point before life flows down a completely different road.
If we resist the current of where life is now taking us,
 if we try to change what we can not change because it has already been written in time,
We are drowning
We are shutting life out.
Just as we shut out the sunflower with the glass of our lives.
It is only when we let go and surrender to the current,
that we have a chance of taking in air.
Today, in these astringent halls above the city,
These windows keep grief in and hold life out.
With a kind of cold devotion, the machines that keep lungs breathing in and out,
tell of our inability to see death clear enough to not fear it or resist it.
Despair is in the minds and movements of people, holding each others grief tightly,
Trying to survive the unknown together.
Every trivial thing erased by the emptiness of loss and
By the earthquake of a moment of change.
A moment ago, someone was here.
Now it is an empty room.
The bed re-made a new.
The machines no longer pushing air in and out are rolled away.
The silence of death lasts only hours before another story of grief comes to fill its place… For another family nearby.
But not for those the silence leaves behind.  For them, the silence lasts forever.
And life does not go on.
Instead, what is lost to them, is their own lives as well.
They go along with the ones we love you see.
When the world is shattered by grief they leave us.
And we only learn to live again when we let go of their life and our life along with it.
And instead, go towards the sunflower…
That was always, always there.

In The End

In the end
When I look back on life
I think I will laugh myself to death.
Too rich to be broke
Too poor to be wealthy
Of anything at all.
I watched a man today
Drive his brand new pick up truck
That will never take him anywhere
Except to forty and then to forty-five
And I thought to myself…
Life feels dangerous to us all.
Most of us try to avoid that dangerous feeling 
By being as certain as we can
But that there makes us cowards.
And cowards are already dead.
They have committed suicide
And now
They leave empty footprints upon the surface of earth.
So as much as it scares me, 
I’d rather be here now
With all the uncertainty that life is.
And really live
All the certainty that we collect is ornamental anyway.
All is lost upon death.
All fame
All glory
All memory
All power
And all fear;
Will disappear like shadows into light.
And I will smile to see it go.
All but potential
Is a kind of corruption.
That distracts you from the truth of who you are.
An unknown freedom
Impossible to know,
Impossible to predict.
And those who know it… Live
Those who don’t… Only pretend to live.
They grow acres of fruit and only manage to eat the rind.
In the end
When you look back on life
I think you will laugh yourself to death.
Too rich to be broke
Too poor to be wealthy 
Of anything at all.

In My Hand

In your very hand
Is found the power to open or to close.
And every moment is a crossroads
Which offers both an opening and a closing.
It never ceases to amaze me 
How many miles we are willing to walk in someone else’s shoes.
They do not fit us well.
They leave bruises and blisters on our feet 
With them, we cannot greet the world as ourselves.
But I am glad I was not told these things upon my birth.
For I could not know the sweetness
Of greeting the world as myself
If I had not first known the pain 
Of greeting the world 
As someone that I wasn’t
In my very hand
Is found the crossroads.
You see…
Within all beauty
Are the seeds of pain. 
And within all pain 
Are the seeds of beauty.
And it is my choice, which of these seeds to plant.

Initiation

We are initiated.
We are apprenticed by pain.
Our beauty… Our purpose… Our expansion
Is forged in the fire of our difficulties.
Like a blacksmith, our suffering relieves us of our rough and tattered edges
Painfully at first
Until we are broken open.
And our soul pours like water through our every thought and word and action.
It extinguishes the fire of our pain.
It weathers our curses to such a degree that they become blessings.
And so, we are free.

Racer

I knelt down at the edge of the world, 
As the gravity issued warning, 
And counted through the sieve of the flat light…
A dozen of them scraping past me, 
Crushing the white before them into gray wrinkles in the snow.
My ski tips danced upon the hemispherical curve of the mountain, 
And I watched the clouds, watch me.
I tasted of the forefinger of winter, 
In the frozen speed I claimed.
And if the blood red color of life would have left me…. I’d not have cared.
I’ve made a life of shaking open the snowy pleats of fear and
Learning how to use… instead of merely own it.
For fear is like a fire. 
It keeps you warm. 
But it can also burn the house down.
And as I raced, I felt the world, as if for a second time.
On a snow covered mountain, 
At the top of the world, 
Your hands can hold transcendence in their gallery of reachable things.
And if you reach out far enough…
You can feel the season ripen past you.
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