Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.
It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde
As Spring vividly approaches!
The underworld is spilling upwards
I’ve noticed shadows and illness
Addiction, handicaps, and depression.
My heart hurts and is overwhelmed.
Man at the parking lot asking for money!
Young man in a wheelchair
As parents push him through the supermarket
his eyes deep in a world of despair.
I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears
Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power
As we walk through these dark times
To acknowledge it all with observing hearts
Our hears feels!
We help by our vibrations of
compassion, empathy and caring.
A silent prayer of hope,
So, the wounded can find a gentle joy
That pleasure brings
upon their vivid blood-red hearts.
She knows and she descends to us
the gift of her sweetness
for all times.
Walking with those that hold the lanterns
In the dark descending spiral into the underworld.
Light that eliminates the darkness
By acknowledgment, letting go.
As hearts grow in applied ways
This is our wisdom.
A balm for our world…
Breast bending up
Chest falling
love will be found there too.
© Hudley Flipside Poems / Holly Duval Cornell.
our hearts will grow no matter what….
I wish that were true, Yet, I see
Regression a lack of concern by
Government and the war machine!
Men with hearts of stone!
Yes many hearts will grow
yet many hearts
Regress and have lost their souls !!