silence.....

Silence...
there was a time when there were no words--I knew not enough to write what I write now..then I felt a wish to be the wind to be the river's waters, the ocean's, to be the rainbow and then I knew I was....now after my tasting of the "real" world which is not real at all--my palatte, my complexion ashened and hollowed---it was then that I now know the words to say to you silence
holding craddling you the tree's roots the wind's carress, the way a butterfly moves --- in the middle of these is that silence---the space between the vibration. and now it is that silence that has cleaned my palatte has brought the rosy color to my cheeks once again----I am grateful to the "real" world and to the real world for the lessons and I am in love with that in the middle--that peace---that silence that was always there that was and is now---I am in love now truly---and find that I am still just describing---there are still no words that name---none can----and all I can do is feel this as I write and vainly believe that feeling will be gifted to those that can see between the lines of meaningful meaninglessness--the weird shapes that convey and trap truth---letters---words
that is why I guess I know there will never been any word or letter that will be valid to describe what I feel now---as to have such a word or letter would trap it and make it invalid
I guess that means this poet
is for once
speechless
and I can not offer you a way to where I am
you have to feel your way for yourself
and then you'll understand
what I mean as I write this.
silence
By Russia Hardy
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We are interconnected

-"Seeking the destruction or pain, etc of your so-called "enemies" is seeking the destruction or pain, etc of yourself...we are all interconnected..." by 14th Dalai Lama
Out of ignorance of this knowing that we are all interconnected so much as been done to destroy one another and Earth our mother....forgive yourself and forgive those who have harmed you--eventually we will all see this is the only way we really have---it is the only solution to any problem....my chant my prayer is that humanity wakes up --- is awakened once again to knowing of its interconnectedness with everything--and how pointless it is to destroy, rape, lie, manipulate, hate, curse, betray, control,etc one another----it is as if we do these acts to ourselves---as it is ourselves that we do these acts to. I have heard this about being interconnected---but the wisdom was never self---now somehow I have ...my cells have ....my energy has understood this---and with it is a begging for forgiveness and a sweeping mass forgiving of all that I perceived to have harmed me or others. Once your cells ----once this self-wisdom is cellular and beyond ----you see how pointless harboring hatred, pain, victimhood, aggressor, controller, betrayer, liar, rapist, lusting, etc and whatever out of ignorance----please humanity wake up ---I know patience--- as those who have been my teachers had unlimited patience with me---please humanity wake up
step into the beauty that we truly are---let go let go let go of that heaviness that hatred that pain--- drop the weapons---and hug each other--comfort each other
it is loving yourself hugging yourself comforting yourself forgiving yourself
Its now--- it is needed...
By Russia Hardy

"Bondage is an Emotional State"

these words hit me---so true---and I aim to be free to be unbound
to no longer study human bondage---but to be a student of weightlessness and
instant movement of thought to form.
what drags us down and chains us to heaviness is not gravity
its heavy thoughts of ponging negativity and doubt and fear and etc
heavy emotional states stuck----

when you find yourself in a relationship to anyone or person or thing, etc in which
you are no longer focusing on your happiness or your path or your dreams but instead on
them---you have become bound---and the only one with the truest ability to unbind yourself
is
yourself
let go
move on
completely....
I am not attracted to bondage any longer----I am attracted to truest freedom
truest thought of creation and the weightless feeling it brings me
my wings feel wind beneath them
and I fly
easily:)
By Russia Hardy

too silent too soft my voice has been..

too silent too soft my voice
has been..
in her silence many things have
gone unseen..
if we were in eden
you were the snake
leading me into knowing that my
paradise was fake.
too silent too soft my voice
has been..
in her silence
your tail's strangle hold has
left their eye's numb.
too silent too soft my voice
has been..
I followed the hiss outside eden's walls
and then only realized I couldn't get back in.
too silent too soft my voice
has been..
yet that was when
I knew another
bit of knowledge
too heavy too sin.
too silent too soft my voice
has been..
as I let the desire
of your scales go
I walk I fly
easily into eden again.
too silent too soft my voice
has been..
once she is heard
I embrace Life's Tree
once again.
by Russia Hardy

amber rings

over an hill then seeing the rainbow
circling about my finger
i am now here/happy
I am me again:)

For Xan ---Dark paths around a Tree

dark paths
timing--how is that
missed wrong late
what corners would have seen the light
at least in our eyes as they would have been absorbed into that night
stories never to be told as they were never made
and can I be sad at that? yes and I can be thankful
for what was and for my confusion and for my belief in love
and the one--you were the one--but I was not the one--ha love:)
you were my co-explorer of my depths and yours
would we had those knots on our wrists and sweet cruelty at our lips
those would have been some days and nights and days and nights--you remember the world
created
that all else fell and only our findings existed
You are my Tree forever you shall be
my Sanctuary my Shade my Dark Light Mirror
I raise an orange (as I have no wine this time) to those dark caverns of us that we may
never know together
but their would be memory is bittersweet as orangeblossoms mixed with would haves:)
timing is everything and nothing
at the same time
by Russia Hardy

the way an immortal feels

centuries of love affairs
watching as patterns roll out their glory and demise
now with my eyes I can see the end at the beginning
and its the same---which makes me drop out of that game.
Real Love sought
centuries of love affairs and some that lasted a couple thousand or a hundred years
Honey dried on my lips--that nectar so sweet now sour with its sugar
its speeding up--meeting my past loves in their incarnation and again and again the same
only they know if they are changed. I do my part again and again--speaking of Truth and Love
and the Ideal the Supreme of All---to awaken to our truth to leave the mastery we have learned from
repetition.
I enter again and again into their version of Eden---but I see the stage door or tattered curtain soon enough
and I exit the play.
only a notion makes we walk to their open handed promises of Love
that Notion is that Love is the greatest teacher
and I am humbled by Her lessons
I am strengthened by Her embrace
I am freed by Her warmth
and I must have more to learn
as my heart keeps opening to bust the curve.
Even as my eyes see the end at the beginning
I watch with merry amusement as I surrender to the form
and ride the wave of emotion again and again....
noting the wind, sun, sand, the water its tides
their secrets learning until they have nothing to hide
and perhaps then once the mystery is gone
my notion will drop away from me and I will
finally fly free burning the wheel of happy misery....
By Russia Hardy

How can I lose you?

How can I lose you
when you are already lost?
And by your choice
those crumbs entice you
deep into your forest of misery
and your dependency breeds
misery at cost
How can I lose you
when you are already lost?
No truth from your lips be spoken
a coward's token who waits
for those he hurts to leave
because nothing's left.
How can I lose you
when you are already lost?
All I asked for was Truth
but such inquiries left you numb
way before my lips touched yours
Yours moving moved by lies
but Truth makes you dumb numb
your lilps become frozen keeping
your Truth pressed between lips and lies
How can I lose you
when you are already lost?
My wish is you awaken
and Truth move you
to become found
and Peace finds you
with Real Love
all around.
By Russia Hardy

angels and sound

Angel me the devil taught to play
persuading me to forget my truth
and I lost my way---only for a moment
only for a moment
Then Angel me was found
by Love touching the ground
where my tired feet lay.
Love --the sound---warmed through
my wings and I remembered how to fly
and my feet left the ground.
Fly Angel Fly always
with Love surround
Remember Angels remember
who you are
you are pure
Sound.

By Russia Hardy

for mom

poems for mom

simple elegant purpose silent being Love
Honor pulse pleasing seeking German bumble bees
Soaring painted leaves arriving just in time
to create a single moment of bliss never missed
lines arranged into shapes that let you
read my mind but only in this very moment
Golden statues in the palm dream wishing
foretelling and foreshadowing flashbacking
a geninue mother's love
I love you Mom--all that I am
is from your belief---all that you are
is everything to me.

Happy Mother's Day May 11th 2008
Love Your daughter,
Russia Hardy


If I spoke words filled with centeredness
that hub its staility comes from your Love
an extraordinary Love you give and my
Repayment can only be to Live extraordinarily.
through all the paths high and low a single
beautiful force steddies my toes---your love Mommy
Your Love. On this day I write what I feel everyday
a deep gratefulness for you and the knowingness
that your embraces betows. I love you and perhaps
I should write a poem every time I think of you Mommy
but then I would be sending you tomes----so to ensure my letter
my poem can fit in your mailbox--I'll send my Love every second and no postage
will be needed to let you know how
I love you Mommmy---you are my hub
the wheel upon which my life turns
and journeys all these years long.

Love,
Russia Hardy

business in a desert ; Los Angeles

Sleepy staying in a desert
a desert stuffed with
barreness
lizard skins seeking
smoothness again
old reptiles shedding skin
to be born again
but their renaissance
is only glorious in
cold eyes
to warmth to moisture
to Eden to reprise
tired taking in a desert
slumbering immortals
their frozen movements continue
as their actual flesh
dries to dust
and the rains move in
awaken in ocean
an ocean overflowing with
full peace.

By Russia Hardy