Category Archives: Healing

Behind Dark Wings

Whose are these dark eyes that stare diamond-like from behind dark wings?

That carry the shadow of a small boy that loathes his own vessel.

 

The shame of not being the same.

The shallow stoney grave scratched in the path by fear.

 

I will wipe the lipstick from the child’s face

and hold you in the excellence of my heart

 

I will throw witchcraft at your smokescreens

and gold your beauty

and will tenderly touch your cheek

with the back of god’s hand

 

I love you in this instant of a stolen moment

 

For love values the other

as it values its self

© 2017 Martin H Wilde

The Starving Dog

When life puts a starving dog in your path

You have a choice

To kick its teeth in, out of revultion

Or to feed it

 

Deep inside each of us are a Black dog and a White dog

The White dog is love and comes from our memory of innocence

The Black dog is fierce and comes from abandonment, abuse and neglect

 

To heal spiritualy you must pick up the Black dog

And even though he snarls, foams at the mouth and bites at you

You must love him

For he is your Black Dog

 

I was a starving dog once

 

==Marty Wilde 2017

Where love rules, there is no will to power

“Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.”
==C.G. Jung

This is true because love grows out of a choice to be vulnerable; and power exploits vulnerability in an attempt to control.

These are the opposites
Love – vulnerability, truth and intimacy
and
Power – manipulation, control and selfishness

Yin and yang.
Light and Dark.
Union and separation.

==Marty Wilde

The Quest for intimacy

It is intimacy that I have been seeking and intimacy that has been lost. I feel unified when somebody “gets me” and devastated when that intimacy is taken away or replaced by false intimacy.

To create intimacy one must become vulnerable and share the truth about who one is. It is this risk that sets the tone for others to reciprocate by also getting real. The bond of one person being real and another reciprocating by being real is intimacy.

Intimacy is destroyed by fear, selfishness, judgement, power games, pride and the pursuit of comfort and intoxication. I have been left alone by others who bail on the intimacy, so maybe all intimacy must end and the only constant is the intimacy of ones self with ones truth and ones world – with no claims on others.

Marty Wilde

 PAINS-TAKING

To consistently stand up to another persons untrue behavior with truth is noble and potentially helpful to a person who seeks change. 

But for those who allow fear to take them back from their path, you are doing that persons’ work for them and they do not develop. You become the focus of their dysfunctional behavior and are often punished for your kindnesses.

Today, I release others to the dark and light powers so they may be molded as the universe sees fit. I will feel my way through the pain of letting go, until I reach the other side.

==Marty Wilde

Never to be chained again

I sold my soul
For a new ego

I gave away my 61 Travelall and 69 Harley for $900
And bought an 85 Maxima on payments
And wore slacks to work

Reckless destruction ensued
Of all I held dear
I took a role behind the curtain
Made tiny by fear

I hid in the unseen
Of the mainstream

After a month
I sold the Maxima
And bought a 1977 Ford LTD
With faded paint and rust
I installed an electric fuel pump
And drove it around

Look at me
Defeated
Deflated
Adrift
Spiraling down
Broken chains flailing

One day
The false ego crumbled
The remnants of my soul awoke
And rose
Never to be chained again
Never to be chained again

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

The Secret

don’t worry, nobody has the
beautiful lady, not really, and
nobody has the strange and
hidden power, nobody is
exceptional or wonderful or
magic, they only seem to be
it’s all a trick, an in, a con,
don’t buy it, don’t believe it,

the world is packed with
billions of people whose lives
and deaths are useless and
when one of these jumps up
and the light of history shines
upon them, forget it, it’s not
what it seems, it’s just
another act to fool the fools
again.

there are no
strong men, there
are no beautiful women.
at least, you can die knowing
this
and you will have the only possible
victory.

==Charles Bukowski