into the raw collection (2005)

The following poems are from a collection I wrote in 2005 titled Into the Raw: the Voice of Margaret Rose.
Into The Raw
I prepare my mind
shelter my body
to welcome my past
blunt, bare and bold
as I bravely tread
Into The Raw
where Truth thrives
and peace lives
blind eyes see
hushed lips speak
to reveal the nakedness
of candid reality
where warmth and harsh
exist in harmony
freedom is won
spirit is found

when I step
Into The Raw
wide awake
without fear

Near Isle Madame
a
punished
mother
hangs,
bound,
silent
upside-down
bare fleshed
in an
abandoned
red fish barn
 
wondering…
  
willibehomeintimetofeedthechildren
willibehomeintimetofeedthechildren
willibehomeintimetofeedthechildren…

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A tired voice once whispered
Into my unthinking ear
Come over here Child
What are you waiting for?

The fog of disillusion
Fills an empty spirit
Only to be burned away
By prudence and truth

Come over here Child
What are you waiting for?

The Silent Divide
In your mind
the silent divide
delicately separates
thoughts of chatter
from genuine feel
into an invisible world
where sweet bliss is real
an absolute fullness
of emptiness so pure
where out of nothingness
all creation is born.

In your mind
the silent divide
of timeless moments
gives an unspoken relief
into a silky silence
of deep quiet and private peace
a soft extended exhale
into clear stillness and calm
of pastel tranquility
for the mind, body, soul.

In your mind
the silent divide
is the forgotten empty pause
in between our heavy words,
is the soundless note
unheard in a tune,
is the noiseless gap
midst our demanding thoughts,
is the deep hushed stillness
under all life and breath.

This is where we all must be,
in the beautiful silent divide,
after all, all that exists in your head
is merely a dark moist quiet mind.