Patience, please (sometime in March-ish) by Megan Seaman

Written…Maybe like Thursday or Friday, March 14th or 15th, in the middle of the night

“Sneaking suspicion you’d come

By in that way

Late in the day

And whisper a springtime tune

But Mark says snow will

Come, again

And summer will arrive in

Late June.

 

Whispers wheeze through the trees

I always liked that rustling sound

Cool skin of leaves green

Cast their shadow

On the ground

In the long

Light still reaching

For the day

As it fades away

In the din of

Lonely town.

 

Sit, sit, sit, Sit down now

Wait, wait, wait, Wait

For the monarchs

Believe they will

Fly and flutter

In the butterfly

Bush covered

With its purple

Cones, in droves

They will come

If only you

Believe.

 

And I read about the ones

Who counted

Not just counted on them

To show themselves

But counted their

Every presence

But what about the Monarchs

That were seen dancing on

the sea?

Or did they even know

That some had broken from the band

And resigned themselves

To following Atlantis

And the mermaid

Songs.” – Megan Marie Seaman

And this was his tune… https://vimeo.com/57762315

In the Name of Love… (4-11-13) by Megan Seaman

 

Another opportunity to show my love my niece...LOVE = Cilly

Another opportunity to show my love my niece…LOVE = Cilly

Ahhh, Facebook… It is a lovely thing. It brings us all together – across our communities, our states, our countries, OUR WHOLE WORLD!! For a moment or two, it really seems like we are all one – that the differences between us are really illusions of our separateness, and that LOVE is at the core of each and every living being…

But then someone posts something about the 2nd Amendment, part of the Bill of Rights of the U.S. Constitution. And then it sets in that some of us are still living in a cloud of fear. Fear that started way before the Bill of Rights was added to the U.S. Constitution more than 200 years ago. Fear, which in my mind, is a complete contradiction of Love.

Today a friend – a yogi friend, I might add (ironically) – posted his stance on gun control, the 2nd Amendment, and their relevance in our modern day world. He believes in the right to “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” He believes that the root of the problem is in how people perceive guns and their “use” and the rights bestowed by this amendment. He also pointed out the irony of the US government that relies on the “use” of guns in its military missions and assistance to foreign nations. I will not begrudge his point of view of the paradox of a nation that argues for the support of weapon use in foreign lands, and then says that weapon use should be limited on our country land. However, in the end the incongruity does not matter. When you get down to it, it comes to this: are you living from love or are you living from fear? Below is my response to my 2nd Amendment-supporter friend’s Facebook post:

“Guns were created for one thing and that is destruction. I’m for all beings – and I mean ALL of them – being happy and free everywhere. Guns impede this intention. Surely gun owners have their right to own a gun. But think about what the intention of owning a gun is based on … Fear. Fear of intruders, fear of not having enough resources, fear of over population, fear of the ‘bad guys’, fear of having your rights taken away. Fear is opposite of freedom and carries with it the judgment of what is right and what is wrong. I’m for intentions, actions, and rights that preserve love, happiness , and freedom FOR ALL BEINGS EVERYWHERE. From my perspective guns impede those aims. But I do agree we must call on each other to evaluate our perceptions, our biases, and our prejudices. We must examine whether those thoughts that we cling to really support love and peace for all beings or whether they foster fear and chaos.

And I respect the difference we share in our views. I am curious about what the use of this tool is. The 2nd amendment was created out of fear at a time of great distrust after enduring the destruction of the revolutionary war. The second amendment was based on a long history of English men – full of fear- and needing to protect their property (which at the time included women and children and animals) and themselves from external enemies. This continued when they colonized America – and was carried on namely for ‘protection’ from the native Americans – who they basically stole the land from. Thus the 2nd amendment is based on a contextual situation that happened over 200 years ago. But times have changed and it is every beings’ responsibility to become aware of themselves and their impact on everyone everywhere. We are all connected as evidenced by a tangible representation of that connection – Facebook. It’s time to take personal responsibility of preserving the livelihood of all beings everywhere. We live in a globalized world – where intellect is rewarded and esteemed. It seems that there are more similarities between the beings of this world than there are differences. And yet we’re still so scared of each other. Constantly judging and comparing and competing. With all our intellect we’re afraid to admit that we are the ones that recapitulate the fear. And so we carry guns to make us feel better. It’s an illusion.”

It IS an illusion. Instead of propagating judgment, trepidation, anxiety, nervousness, terror and horror, we could all become aware of what we cling to and make a decision to set it free. Why do we cling to this need to protect ourselves, our families, our property, our rights? A simple answer is that we are completely scared! We tell ourselves a million story lines embedded with comparisons, rivalries, and discriminations. It’s time to question those stories – some of which have been handed down from ancestors, some we created on our own – and to trade them for a tale that is inclusive and considers the well-being of all living things and helps us to open our hearts to the infinite possibilities of freedom.

There’s a really good website out there called “The Revolutionary War and Beyond” that gives a nice rundown of the history leading up to the Bill of Rights and events following its inception. I liked it because it seemed to provide perspectives from different camps on the issue of interpretation of the 2nd Amendment. If you want to check it out, follow this link: http://www.revolutionary-war-and-beyond.com/2nd-amendment.html

Maybe you have something to add to this discussion… I think conversation about these issues is the only way “battle” the differences we have – well, maybe music, art,  yoga, and meditation help too. :) My perspective is this: Every action, thought, emotion, in the name of love!

Namaste,

Meg

U2, “In the Name of Love”

 

Pre-programmed gender? (3-15-2013) by Megan Seaman

I read a blog today about how humans recognize other humans as women or men. Then it got me thinking, so I posted a response. I wanted to share it with you guys and see what your thought is. Below is my response to this blog: http://www.momentmatters.com/2013/03/12/hes-male-shes-female/

RESPONSE:

“i think you may be confusing gender with sexual genotype. gender is a term devised by societies to define roles of what and whom are feminine and masculine. sex genotype is a genetic code for what sex characteristics a body will take on. phenotype is the combination of the two. but as you may know it doesn’t always equate to what makes a “woman” and what makes a “man.” we live in a world that is gradually opening its arms to female, male, and TRANSGENDER. we are expanding our view of sexuality and our perspective on intimate partner relationships. we are opening up to an age where qualities that were once assigned to women are now assigned to men (e.g., child-rearing) and vice-versa (e.g., women in military, law enforcement, ceo’s of corporations). Recently there was an article about a little boy, of 6 years old, in Colorado who flat out refused to wear “little boy clothes” and play with “little boy things.” he wanted to dress in little girl clothes and play with pink dolls. He was genotypically male. Yet, he was gravitating to what was opposite of his genotype. he was supposedly going against his “programming.” surely physiology plays a part related to the levels of hormones the body produces if you are female or male. However, what is even more impactful is our societies’ rules about what it means to be women and men. It starts before an infant is born. It is ridiculous the colors and symbols (not to mention the ideas and beliefs) that people program each other to recapitulate so that we all know what it means to be a little “pink princess” girl and a little “burly blue” boy. and how it chains us in little prison cells so that we can fit the status quo, and never let ourselves realize our full authentic potential.

 

once we let go of the idea of pre-programming,

we can see that any given moment is ours to create,

and any possibility is at hand.

and maybe what we’ll open our eyes to is that

seeing is not believing

and that woman you see

is actually a man.” – Megan Marie Seaman

Stolen Lines (12-22-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Changed my face

Dreams laced with

Cocaine veins

Again

And

Again

And

Again

Pretended to sing someone else’s

Notions of oceans salty and far

And they were so far, impossible to

Reach even though I tried, I lied

My way to get through. They knew

All the while that the smile was all

Mine and everything else, a line, stolen

From someone else’s song, but that’s why

They longed to be close in that moment with me.

All because I once fell in love with a star.” – Megan Marie

Humans. (October 2012) by Megan Seaman

“Humans.

They’re so stupid. They’re given these “big brains”

So they’re arrogant with their knowledge

Which makes them ignorant to most existence

And the most important things to

Be aware of.

Really, there is no value in beauty, money, status

For they’re all part of the veil

They hide behind, believing the lie

That we’re all separate.

And they ask with their wagging tongues

“Well, then what’s truth?”

Leave it to a human to ask such a stupid

Question – an artifact of

Human intelligence –

A quandary of the human mind.

If they released themselves from their

Moronic humanness, showed

Their SELF, they would

See this inanity they call truth

Is Everything, Everywhere, and

All at once.

It’s the one thing they’d all

Die for, but not live for because

They are so clouded by fear, rampant

In the human mind,

So convinced that

That which is changing is the real

Dice, what they can see with

The eye.

I say “let these stupid humans

With their tests of intelligence

And grandstanding research

Believe what they believe –

They’ll one day see that

In the end it’s not you

It’s not me. It’s

Only unity.

Space to just be.” – Megan Marie Seaman

The Butterfly and the Sea (March 4, 2013) by Megan Seaman

tattooed tales of future wishes willed by you.

tattooed tales of future wishes willed by you.

“Don’t get sour, I say

When she flutters away

Your forehead shows lines of contempt.

 

The Butterfly, beautiful with her

Iridescent twirl

Blue and green way she tempts.

 

Your mind is frazzled

But your heart is dazzled

By the flitting fleeting boom.

 

Of wings as they flap

And legs as they tap

On petals loosened by wind’s tune.

 

The Butterfly flew

Over earth that was new

To the shores of Atlantic Sea.

 

Wooed by warm days

In lovely late May

She was searching ardently looking for he.

 

And I saw her dance

Taking the chance

Over silvery salty waves.

 

But he swallowed her in

With his cool saline grin

Dost not comprehend how the heart behaves.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 

Divine Suffering (1-17-13) by Megan Seaman

 

"angel came down from heaven, yesterday"

“angel came down from heaven, yesterday”

“The illusion of being Objective

Set up by a masculine kind

Who, when born She the God above,

He committed the Ultimate separation

And created the densest veil

And He was bitter as he looked

At his sisters who had kept

A piece of the Divine

And could go back any time to

The One.

But instead of examining His covered creation

He blamed his sisters because

He could not see Spirit

Or Allah or God

So took the name himself and

Invented the story of the rib

Pulled from He.

Then made Her pay for everyday

Of His Divine Suffering.” – Megan Marie Seaman

Matthew (a song) (10-5-12) by Megan Seaman

“Matthew make me mean

Make me holler and scream

Make me make a scene

While the sky goes dark

 

Matthew make me joy

Make me a real fun toy

Make me fight and spoil

All your boyhood sparks

 

But I don’t wanna play this game anymore!

 

Let me go, let me be

Let me go alone, let me megaphone all the lies you told

 

If I stay, if I play

I will waste away, and won’t see a day

Of what’s really me

 

What’s really me?

What’s really me?

What’s really me?

 

Matthew make me nice

Make me tumbling dice

Make me pay the price

For love gone wrong

 

Matthew make me sad

Make me feel so bad

Make me stumble and scrap

All your lover’s songs

 

But I don’t wanna play this game anymore!

 

Let me go, let me be

Let me go alone, let me megaphone all the lies you told

 

If I stay, if I play

I will waste away, and won’t see a day

Of what’s really me

 

What’s really me?

What’s really me?

What’s really me?

 

Matthew make me change

Make me feel so strange

Make me see the state

Of this war, holy

 

Matthew make me real

Make me writhe and feel

Make me sense and see

What’s really me,

What’s really me,

What’s really me…” – Megan Marie Seaman

Tried to Stay in the Lines By Megan Seaman Saturday, December 8, 2012, 11:36PM…writing this dissertation. Feeling the itch to get the heyell out of town. Send me to the sea, east. And then I’ll be happy.

marble floors and alligator, richmond, va

marble floors and alligator, richmond, va

“Um pardon me,

but I never told you

That I’d be the one to bend and twist

To fit in to this

bureaucracy of nonsense!

 

This is ridiculous,

upsetting and obscene.

Practiced and posed to prove to you

My worth.

 

But I’m worthless to you without

The degree of pristine needed

To prance through shiny waxed halls

Of slippery linoleum

 

And you told’em that they don’t

Even make it anymore — not that old-fashioned

Sheen that reflects the nauseating

Fluorescent light from blazing tubes

 

And beam

with sickening buzz,

hummmmmmmmmmm

 

And the sarcasm bears a weight

That’s not funny at all.

And I feel my belly gurgle

In that unsavory way, as if

I might retch up late day bologna.

 

Fumbling, stumbling down checkered halls

Walls, concrete and cold

Painted in grey vanilla hues

 

Hearing the click of my heals on that fake

Linseed and cork,

I shuffled, blundered for the door

‘til I couldn’t stand it, anymore

 

and practically fell through the threshold

to my knees and breathed

a breath unfamiliar to my lungs

 

something like freedom, but sweeter

to the taste

yes, it was more like serenity

ecstatic joy in place of all

that functionary jive!” – Megan Marie Seaman

To Mess With Winter (12-1-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Lips covered

with sticky balm

So I’ll kiss you

with my nose and my cheek

Fingers separated by sheeps’ clothes

So I’ll touch you with boxing gloves,

No man to know the feel the forfeit and weak

Arms and chest hidden behind synthetic puffs

Made by faces of bombastic northerner race

So I’ll burrow into you with royal crown,

rest my tumid belly down,

While swollen wings bring you in my space

And the texture covered my lover’s legs

Like burlap or canvas or gunny sacks

So I’ll wrap the limbs that held me up

around his roots, my source, our backs

But even as the vines that crept through toes

They could not penetrate

So I’ll hold down the foot that would move so swift

Without question or motion to hesitate

and I should have known better

than to mess with winter

trying to bring the dead back to life.

Gone

Ill-advised

Beyond

Unwise.

Our souls to be the sacrifice.” – Megan Marie Seaman