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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Oh Let Me Count the Ways

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the sun houses
the male principle
the moon houses
the female’s

the sun projects
upon the moon
and the earth
is conceived

the sun becomes
a father
and the moon
a mother
and earth
the loved child

the sun gives strength and purpose
to the earth
and the moon
nurtures and nourishes
the earth
upon its growth and development

and upon the earth’s journey
what is always remembered
and accompanying each day
is the love of the sun
and the moon

the lessons of
the father and mother
as the child reflects their legacy
guides the earth

and as above
so below
the earth manifests
repeating those lessons

and All, Is
and that which Is
eternally becomes
and never will not Be

the majestic
mystical
mythical
and miraculous ways of love
and its lessons in nature
all around us

the earth is just creation
the sun and moon
are but celestial expressions
of the creator’s creative powers
both masculine and feminine principles
balance, harmony
and the earth
a metaphor of being-ness
the manifestation of order

and creation
is just a process of
consciousness being conscious of consciousness
the divine powers of life
coming forth by day
and by night

and the cycle of reciprocity
or karma
symbolized by
life, death, and resurrection
expressed in nature’s kingdoms
mineral, plant, animal, and human
embodied in our bodies
its organs
and metaphorized in each blink

and so Eve could have said
come to me my Adam
let’s realize ourselves
and conceive our heart’s desire

or the sun to the moon
saying alas
for in your womb
you held my powers
and nurtured my seed
and our sacred union
spawn us earth
behold our divine powers of oneness!

but that’s the thing about metaphors
there’s many ways to tell,
and read
the story of life
once you realize it
you see that it’s book
is paperless
and everywhere!

oh, let me count the ways

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Umbilical

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if I let you go
it may be
too early
or right
on time
yet I’ll still
bear your mark

Filed Under: Love

You’re Amazing

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the fact is
it IS amazing!
but that it is amazing,
is amazing
this should be normal
because amazing
is who you are

Filed Under: Love

Destitute Diatribes

May 1, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I dare not ask
why my turmoil exists
for it is I
whom questions the unquestioned
and it is I
whom ponders opposites
and illusions of irreconcilable differences
when I know if but one thing
creation is the coming forth
of perfected relationships
and what appears separate
to what doesn’t appear at all
it transcends feelings of contrast
with complimentary thoughts
manifesting the harmony

dare I not express
that which troubles me so
so expression may grant me reprieve
just as it grants creation
I bemoan and grieve
what most are too idle and ignorant to perceive
knowing even in apathy and lethargy
a world is conceived
and I am the handler of worlds
unwittingly to those too lost in their own

so it seems that I seek not answers
but only acknowledgment
that you have none
and the silent understanding
of how lonely knowledge must be
navigating the eery quiet of wise discernment
absorbing its poignant vibrations

and if I shall supplement my worries
seeking anecdotes for query spawn of me
they may lack in reason
reflecting primal urges projected
from solutions sought without courage
offering shadows of delight
ripe for trickery
in seeking meaning outside oneself
for I will be just as unfulfilled
as first ponder
no matter immediacy’s relief

oh the senses deceive me so
being satiated by the noise of affirmation
with favorable answers spoken
reverberating hollow understanding
leaving me to hunger and thirst once more

therefore I say,
the greatest love one can offer me
if resolution is unknown
would be ears
allowing silence its moonlit majesty
for it is I whom knows
hearing to be deciphered through the heart
as the other senses travel the ravines and valleys of mind

so heart speak to me
for the tongue of man
can not settle your trembles
only thine own ear
I spare my own discomfort
in that I purge
so that my heart may hear me
and I can be so courageous to quiet myself
that I may hear my heart

Filed Under: Love, Mercy

Self Known

April 30, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

it’s a crazy experience
when you realize
just who you are
WayOfLife…
say it twice…
said of twice

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Sen-Sexualized

April 27, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

sex
and sexualization,
are on in the same
to the slumberers
the former,
the expression of nature
and the latter,
nature itself

Filed Under: Love

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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