If

each person
would take the time

to be
introspective
get support

to heal
their trauma
associated with the pain
behind the complaining

to repair through
rewiring
the linkages

not to forget the past
but to integrate its wisdom

being
met
seen
understood

then we would live
in a very different world

defences dissembled
boundaries redefined

shifting
the collective
conscious and
unconscious mind

Ruth Roberts

Becoming

what is
unknown

waiting
to be

 known
embraced
understood

through alignment
qualities of essence

become embodied

a weighted density
or
a lifting up

both carry
equal value

reuniting with
reposing light

Ruth Roberts

All Life

Divine process
expressing itself before
truth is recognized

unfolding
both story and
profound hope

a resounding resonance
waving through the words

meeting and caressing the
edges of my soul

I rest into the water’s wisdom
our rhythm matching and pulsing
in connection with all life

Ruth Roberts

A Seed for the Grave

In this moment of
breaking

I feel
polarized
unbalanced

living limited
by an incomprehensible history

 somehow not realizing
the extent of
wounding of my own history

the fighting of another
is only a projection

a blatant disregard
of my own unrecognized inner turmoil
a discomfort still not yet safe to be known

thus unable to comprehend
its consequences

left bereft
with only
ignorant and vulnerability
to blame

the psyche’s own agenda
a monumental  fight
suffering until expiring

only in
being unarmored
can I find

the centre of
this storm
and the next

an essential shift
to learn
and embrace

now
rooting and standing in
the fragility and strength
of my humanness

listening
witnessing
inner stories

arriving with no
rhyme or reason

leading through
discord and anger
pain and grief

I cry out for
what has been lost

yearning for
where support is
supposed to live

an unexpected source
of healing emerges

now
growing into
ruth
I speak
a more coherent message

no guarantee of being heard

its purpose
unbeknownst to me

still
I offer this new seed
to the grave
of my ancestors

sacred womb

rebirth

Ruth Roberts

We choose “Oui”

My heart pounding
my survival fear activated

remembering
the environmental powerlessness
where any choice may not be the right one

relationships repeatedly misconstrued
by societies imperial conditioning

having experienced
abuse by numerous systems

the unchanged resurfaces

a re-traumatizing trigger
reminds me again of
my own humanness

horror
shock
disbelief
vulnerability

momentarily overriding
my thought processes

confused by
interpretations
reactions

my cognitive brain kicks in

recognizing
how
in these unfiltered  layers

there creates
a perceived need for self defence

both real and imagined

the ensuing
results

deem differences
as the dominating focus

can We

step back

pause

an essential prerequisite
to sort through and revise
our accepted patterns
of conscious and unconscious
behaviours and judgements

are We willing to

uncover
shed old beliefs
casting off righteousness

to recognize each person’s
inherent value
innocence

an ongoing challenge to
becoming more present

to find the centre of each storm

the reality
that We are all made of
flesh and blood

sharing equal rights
to know
love

to be in life’s fullness of breath

trusting the song within
led by our
gentle heartbeat

simultaneously
returning to
arising out
of life’s beginning

undefended

choose “Oui”

Ruth Roberts

This poem is in response to Trevor Noah’s response to: http://www.ctv.ca/The-Daily-Show-with-Trevor-Noah/Video/S2E123-Wednesday-June-21-2017-vid1148316

I Weep

I Weep

for all that has been
broken
forgotten
repressed
suppressed

in not remembering

these losses distort
perception

resulting in
anger
righteousness
a need for control

to make things
‘feel’ safe

I reflect

what was the moment
of disconnection

knowing something was wrong

how do we find
truth
ruth

venturing into
the murky layers
of forgotten memories

back to a place inside
when there was
no choice

to ensure
survival

imperative
to construct
to make sense of

a reality that

still unconsciously
demands
reinforces

its beliefs and values

a part
a structure
a pattern

created by necessity

adapting

its valiant effort
to maintain safety
in the external holding environment

I weep 

for all the lost years
searching for
love respect dignity

life begins with love

not necessarily meaning
a parent’s  definition of love

as they may hold a
spoken or unspoken agenda
current and ancestral wounds
a predetermined overlay

or no plan

consciously and unconsciously
impacting new life

so where does love begin
I ask myself

I believe
each new being
breathing into life

is here

to
remind parents
open their hearts
grow

in relationship

softening yet strengthening
their bond

creating a space for
potential healing
unexpected miracles

love
is always here

our soul
yearning for wholeness

searches for
a returning to

light before thought
quiet before action
oneness before separation

birth and death
meet in essence

we become peace

we are love

I weep

Ruth Roberts

Not Limited

Sometimes
silence is all I have

wordless

movement expressing spirit

redefining
what has been

yet not limited to

anything other
than this present moment

Ruth Roberts