Tag Archives: life

The Journey & Your Worth

Do you realize your true worth in the world? Experience and learning, love, and the people in your life are the gold. Your soul is the gold. YOU are the gold.

We live in a world that prays to the almighty money god. For many people abundance means having loads of it in the bank, so that they can buy any THING they want. Money = happiness, or so they think. But is this true abundance? What have you invested in today that would still be with you tomorrow if your money disappeared overnight?

At the end of your life, in your soul’s journey and looking back from your deathbed, the things you accumulated will mean nothing. They will be simply material objects that accompanied you on your journey through life.


The Trip

We arrive
with no luggage
and leave with
none too,
so why do we
spend a lifetime
accumulating
mere things?

To prop up
our egos,
and relieve
our boredom,
to salve our
hurts, and
impress the
neighbors.

Within the
glorious potential
of the soul’s
quest, we lay
waste to what
could have been
for the next
new toy.

The kids
fight over the
treasures
left behind
by their parents,
thinking that the
having is some
kind of victory.

But the wounds
inflicted in the
fight for more
are baggage of
a different kind,
ones that can
cross over if we
don’t take care.

Traveling light
and loving well
are the real
accomplishments,
and as big as
they are, they
pack small
for the leaving.


Excerpts from Becoming Bigger: In a world that wants to keep you small, and Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life. Both are free to download at the links.


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Loving the Land

What do you think about technology, and where it is leading us? To me it feels like we are being dazzled, mesmerized by a Siren’s song that has the power to dash us upon the rocks, if we’re not careful.

Loving the Land © Susan L Hart 2025

The Ladies of the Amazon

Quietly they wait
at their table, with
exquisite little bowls
expectantly displayed,
etched with eternal
secret lines of a
fading language of
the jungle, Earth’s
echoes lost on a
distracted herd
just passing thru,
rapt in thoughts of
dwindling diesel,
soon the boats
from distant shores,
bearing cheap baubles,
shopping trophies,
may not arrive
at all any more,
“What will they do?”

The ladies of the
Amazon, who fight to
stop the cutting of
trees to drill the oil,
(when they’re not
making bowls to
try to sell to the
we-don’t-care-crowd),
doing their best
to understand, but
surely they cannot;
there’s a sadness
beneath bold tattoos
that frame cautious eyes
and wan smiles, as
they wait for customers
who are just killing time
’til slow boats arrive
with plastic throwaways
stamped “Made In”.

What kind of world
is this?


I wrote “Ladies of the Amazon” in November 2022, due to a fleeting fuel crisis. Now due to tariffs, the poem is coming true. The boats aren’t coming. It makes me wonder about the shift that will happen in the world, not only in an economic way. Perhaps we will start to carefully examine what humans are producing, and the value of it.

© Susan L Hart / Photo is courtesy Bill Salazar, Pexels

Follow Your Truth

Journey

River winding to
the sea, my soul searches for
answers in ripples.



Puzzle

The problem
with trying to
fit in
to society,
you see,
is that
every part
of the puzzle
that does not
fit you
chips away
at the edges
of your
very soul.

Then one day
you wake up,
frayed
and afraid,
because you
don’t recognize
who you are
any more.

Be careful
to not let
the puzzle
destroy you.



Ripen

Life is a journey
from urgent to poignant
self-realizations.



Sacred Ground

Fiercely I protect
the place within
that cradles my
brightest dreams
and deepest truths,
that precious locus,
where my soul
whispers wisdom
of lessons learned,
eternally echoing
across all of time.

My heartaches,
and yes, heartbreaks,
over many lifetimes
hammered and
tempered the line,
beyond which now
none are allowed
to trample upon,
or desecrate my
hard won ground, my
sanctuary inviolate.



Tally

In the final act,
what will your answer be to,
“Did you live your truth?”


Today’s poems are selections from my free ebooks Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times, and Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life. They tie into my Humanity’s Future post yesterday, The Dissonance of Our Souls.


© Susan L Hart 2025 / My eBookstore / HartInspirations.com / HumanitysFuture.net

Not a Blue Monday

No Monday blues here. I’m bringing you some of Nature’s signature green to start your week feeling uplifted and rejuvenated. Think of it as a building block, a foundation for your day (and I hope) for your week. Build on it.

Pen onto your calendar, right now, something that will uplift you each and every day. Commit to those goals. They can be small, and they don’t have to cost money. Perhaps just a little extra time daily to take a walk, ride your bike, pick up that book you’ve been meaning to get to, or more time spent talking with members of your family, face-to-face. Make your well-being and happiness the most important item on your calendar this week. (And yes, I intend to step up to the challenge, too. 🙂 )

You know the things that bring you personal happiness, that lift your heart. It is the focus upon and gratitude for all the seemingly small things that give life much of its delight.

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” ~ John Muir

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“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.~ John Muir

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“In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.~ John Muir

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“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden 

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Life Is a Gift

It’s a blue-sky day,
one of those
beauteous blue-full,
joyously jocular,
splendidly splashy,
exceptional days –
I long to shout
LIFE IS A GIFT
in unmistakable
letters across the
blue shiny yonder,
to imprint them
indelibly on your
mind, so you’ll –

Remember when
the dark clouds roll
in, on a day when
life feels pissy and
oh so problematic,
to take a deep breath,
and close your eyes,
and gently pull the
gray gloom aside,
to see those big
oh so true words
I etched on blue
for you, so that
you’d never forget –

Life is a gift.


Poem Life is a Gift is an excerpt from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.

© Susan L Hart 2025 / My eBookstore / HartInspirations.com / HumanitysFuture.net