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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

Do the Dance of Spring

How our souls yearn for spring, for the sweetness of it, the rebirth of green and the feeling that no matter how hard the winter was, we endured it. We are finally rewarded with the chance to start afresh…

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Our dreams are renewed in spring; we feel like anything is possible. The vitality of life runs through our veins again, just as the sap flows in the trees.

My heart drifts back to sweet memories of spring, accompanying my dad to the sugar bush, snow still on the ground, but the sun promising the coming warmth of summer. And hauling a big tin of maple syrup home, feeling the abundance that the Earth had provided. Even as a kid I appreciated it, the sweetness of this simple annual ritual with my father.

Our backyard boasted both a cherry and an apple tree; one would flower pink, the other white. I loved walking way down to the end of the yard, simply to admire the beautiful blossoms and breathe in their intoxicating, delicate scent.

Much later in adulthood, I discovered travel stories of Japan, and now my soul yearns to visit a place where the cherry blossom is revered and celebrated. Some day I will, paying homage to girlhood memories, springtime, my father, and the beauty of life, which ideally we should celebrate every day.

But oh, how it feels easier to celebrate that beauty in springtime!

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ~ Albert Camus

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Here Comes the Sun

Here Comes The Sun. This classic Beatles song never fails to make my heart sing. According to Wikipedia: “As of 2021, it was the most streamed Beatles song on Spotify globally.”

The song is now 56 years old, written early in 1969 by George Harrison, apparently at the home of Eric Clapton. So why the sustained popularity?

There is something about the arrival of the sun that is energizing and uplifting. The song is about spring, respite from a cold, bleak winter, when the sun becomes stronger in the Northern Hemisphere. We turn our faces to the sun in gratitude, eager to embrace the fresh start.

This is why each sunrise also feels like a special gift, deep in our souls. It is a tangible sign of each day’s new beginning, and all of the opportunity that comes with it.

Hence this haiku I wrote to celebrate the enduring presence of the sun in our lives:

Grateful for you, Sun,
your ceaseless radiance greets
and anchors my day.


“Around us, life bursts with miracles–a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there.” (Thich Nhat Hahn)


And, Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it this weekend!

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© Susan L Hart 2025

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Melding

Everything fades to dust
eventually,
the wheels of progress turn
inevitably.

The elders of the tribe
woefully,
remember times not lived
respectfully.

History hides secrets
illicitly,
of the big lessons doled
cruelly.

The past is only known
truthfully,
by the ones who lived it
successfully.

If young people listened
graciously,
to the old wisdom learned
painfully,

together they could build
splendidly,
a new vision that’s forged
lovingly.


Melding is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times. It’s free here.


Melding builds on yesterday’s post about Great-Aunt Nelly and her gumption. There was advice she gave me many years ago, and through my arrogant youthful eyes, I assumed she was a lady (although very nice) that could not know a whole lot about the subject we were discussing. After all, she had never married, so how could she? A whole lot, as it turns out. I should have listened better!

Although I grew up in an era where we were taught to respect our elders (and I did), we weren’t necessarily good at appreciating their wisdom. Perhaps given the state of our world, we should be embracing the wisdom of our elders. Real change, I believe, could be better accomplished with a broader inter-generational perspective, accomplished through conversation, cooperation, and intentional action.


The Spirit of Aloha

Hawaii is one of the major tourist spots in the world and if you spend all of your time in Honolulu and Waikiki, a tourist experience is exactly what you will have. Waikiki Beach is just one and one-half miles long and this small strip of sand attracts millions of foreign visitors each year.

However, when you travel outside of the blatantly tourist areas, you begin to discover another Hawaii. You find islands of breathtaking tropical beauty, a slower speed of living, a quiet grace, and inevitably you are introduced to the spirit of “aloha”. If you dig even deeper beneath the surface, you also learn of an issue that runs deep in the hearts of the Hawaiian people. This is the issue of sovereignty and freedom.

First, it is important to understand the concept of aloha. At a very basic level aloha means hello and goodbye, however this one simple word runs much deeper than these superficial meanings. In the Hawaiian culture, words have mana (pronounced: mah’ nah, meaning spiritual or divine power), and aloha is among the most sacred. Aloha is a divine word and it is a greeting of love when expressed with sincerity.

To introduce you to the basic background of the sovereignty issue in Hawaii, here is a quote from an article called “Hawaiian Sovereignty and the Native Hawaiian Vote”. Ppkp Laenui, who at the time was Director of the Institute for the Advancement of Hawaiian Affairs, wrote this in October of 1996:

“There is another side to the picture postcard of the hula girl swaying in her grass skirt under the coconut tree with the American flag in the background. It is the picture of a proud, hard working, intelligent, and honest Hawaiian people whose ancestors crisscrossed the Pacific ocean long before Columbus came upon the Americas, whose literacy rate was at one time the highest in the world, whose nation had almost a hundred diplomatic and counselor posts around the world, whose leaders signed treaties and conventions with a multitude of states of the world, and whose King was the first Head of State to circle the globe traveling to America, Asia, and Europe before returning to Hawai’i.

“In five quick years, Hawai’i moved from independent nation/state to a colony of the United States of America. Following an armed invasion in 1893, by 1898, the U.S. claimed Hawai’i, without the consent of its constitutional monarchy or the Hawaiian nationals. For a time, Hawai’i was lost from the arena of international presence other than as a historical footnote.

“In 1946, the General Assembly of the United Nations through Resolution 66(I) noted Hawai’i as one of seven territories over which the United States was to administer pursuant to Article 73 of the U.N. Charter. By 1959, Hawai’i was removed from that status and considered a State of the U.S. The process under which this changed status happened is now under serious scrutiny for its failure to meet basic standards of self-determination.” 1.

In that same fateful year, on May 20, 1959, a baby called Israel Kamakawiwo’ole (nicknamed “IZ”) was born on the small island of Oahu, Hawaii. He was raised with the knowledge of his Polynesian heritage, found the music inside, and eventually wrote songs that lamented the destruction of the land and the loss of sovereignty of the Hawaiian people. He gave voice to a desire to take back the land that was stolen from the Hawaiians. So say some of the words from IZ’s song “Hawaii ’78”:

“Cry for the gods, cry for the people
Cry for the land that was taken away
And yet you find Hawai’i.”

Sadly, IZ passed away on June 26, 1997, while his star was still on the rise. However, the words of this musical icon had already captured the admiration and imagination of thousands of followers, as it continues to do even today.

The issue of sovereignty in some ways seems complicated, and yet it is simple. It is has now existed in Hawaii for over one hundred years, and many people there still debate whether the land will be returned to the native Polynesian people. No matter what the future holds, however, a love for the land will always be held in the hearts of the native Hawaiians, as well as anyone else that settles there and understands and lives the spirit of aloha.

The music of IZ is haunting and compelling. He speaks to the souls of not only the Hawaiian people who had their land stolen, but at a deeper level to anyone who has felt the bite of injustice and control. (That would probably be most of us, at some time and in some way in each of our lives). The music of IZ cries out for a return to the principle of aloha, so that we may connect back to the beautiful spirit of the land living deep within the soul of each of us.


Footnotes:

1. Quotation from “Hawaiian Sovereignty and the Native Hawaiian Vote”, October 1996, by Ppkp Laenui.

2. Quotation from “Hawaii ’78” on “Facing Future” album, by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, 1993 BigBoy Record Company


I wrote this article almost 25 years ago when I visited Hawaii. It seems apropos to repost it again, given the issues of land ownership and sovereignty that are emerging in the world right now.


© Susan L Hart 2025