It is now clearly upon us,

this new age that is led from the heart

of life as we know it, not just

from its head.

Rhymes with lead, dead,

our solitary bifurcated top,

not wedded to its twin, a

four-chambered “pump."

Feelings come before thoughts

though we think it's the other way round,

that’s only our mind being

scared by the crowd.

The brain trying ceaselessly to make some

sort of sense of the fearsome pain

of brokenness, in its

primal defense.

Dis-ease, disconnection,

such dissociating dysphoria,

disorients our perception

to dissembling dystopia.

Such chronic blinkered dissing has drawn its tatty shade

on our manmade ways of living numbed

out, cut off, frozen—of being

mortally afraid.

We dis courage

deep within us, “thinking” it safer

instead to take cover in number,

to duck in the dread.

Stuck hiding and seeking,

never finding the source, for

our sights have been set

on a dislocating course

of what others’ think and have and prize,

so, unlike what we do, we’ve been trained

thusly to stuff it lest we be found

wanting, too.

Earning tacit approval, a like

here and there, is it enough

to assuage the gnawing

despair?

Something’s off in the recipe,

the bakers scratch their crusty breads,

whilst those who feel their feelings know

ingredients have been misread.

For the proof is in the pudding,

as so oft it has been said,

and love is the answer,

though not from our heads.

It is the heart that holds this wisdom,

first to pulse the body alive,

it forms before the brain,

it tells us how to thrive.

Not merely survive

as we have been serially taught,

for eons, millennia—forever—that’s how long

we've forgot.

It’s time to remember

what we came here to do:

love ourselves, one another, that’s all

—it’s simple, but true.

[beat]

Courage isn’t a lack of the presence of fear,

it’s taking its small hand and

whispering, it’s ok,

I am here.

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—Eve Moore

Photo credit: Eve Moore

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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well. 

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”

—Jimi Hendrix

This poem was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.