Daniel Mackler | Tributary of Rebirth -- Seven Poems by Daniel Mackler @dmackler58 | Uploaded March 2024 | Updated October 2024, 3 hours ago.
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Tributary of Rebirth
© Daniel Mackler
A Tributary of Rebirth
(January 1, 2015, New York City)
Is there a wound too deep to grieve
That nothing will its ache relieve
Some hidden, silent, unhealed wrong
Some hurt alive from time bygone?
From your first ally, your first friend
That did your base foundation bend
That cooled like granite so complete
Before you stood on your own feet?
That warps the way you walk today
That nothing will make go away
Yet is so buried and protected
That you might seem unaffected?
Can you face it, can you solve it
Can you somehow now dissolve it
Chart its contours, feel its horror
Be a new kind of explorer?
Can you go where few are going
Where your ancient tears are flowing
Down into the deepest cleft
The spring to heal your soul bereft?
Yes, you can go there, you can be
A channel of sincerity
A tributary of rebirth
To all who walk this wounded earth.
Be Creative, Open Your Soul
(April 8, 2022)
Be creative, open your soul
Take the risk to become whole
Yet let the world know how you’re lost
And speak no matter what the cost
But also share the things you’ve found
While you were searching underground
And drop the normal, drop the cover
Take the risk to be the other
And take the risk to be unsure
To drop your mask, be insecure
To model something deep and new
For others striving to be true
And take the risk to be rejected
By those who seem unaffected
And those who never risk a thing
To write or paint or dance or sing
And if your sleep at night is tense
Then that’s life’s vote of confidence
For those who slumber without strife
Are those who live a tepid life
So be a hero, be the brave one
And maybe on your path you’ll save one
Needing someone just like you
An honest soul—creative, true!
Shall I Finally Be a Leader?
(May 10, 2015)
Shall I finally be a leader
One who takes a solid stand
With no secret “love me, love me”
But instead who lends a hand?
I am inching daily closer
By the foot and yard and mile
Soothing all my ancient injuries
Healing takes a lonely while
Glimpses of potential catch me
In the mirror of my life
Taller, stronger, and more honest
Walking forward through the strife
Sometimes I can see it clearly
What my path is meant to be
Not a child full of terror
Rather integrated me.
Little Boy Inside of Me
(April 28, 2015)
Little boy inside of me
I know how vulnerable you are
You’ve been with me for decades since
The dawning of the morning star
Little boy inside of me
I work each day to help you grow
I’ve grieved and taken distance from
The ones who harmed you long ago
Little boy inside of me
I love to watch you sing and play
We’ve walked together, now we rest
There’s only so much in a day.
I Will Fight and I Will Die
(May 30, 2015)
I will fight and I will die
To change the world I daily try
And here’s my basic strategy:
To liberate the best of me.
For Those Who Want to Have a Child
(May 20, 2015)
For those who want to have a child
Have you discovered what is wild
Inside of you, in your own soul?
Or are you tame, your heart grown cold?
I do not know why you can’t see
How hurt our world has come to be
And how the folks who procreate
Were born five hundred years too late
The time has come to end the crazy
Go within, please don’t be lazy
And do the world a service true
Do not have kids, give birth to you.
The First Waters of Spring
(May, 2023)
I love it when the first waters of spring start to flow,
when the ice melts off the top of the pond,
and you can feel the life within getting ready to wake up.
You know that soon the turtles will be coming out of the mud,
and the frogs will be coming out too, and soon there will be tadpoles.
You can’t see anything yet, but you sense it coming.
It’s exciting, a time of expectant waiting.
I love that feeling, and I first loved it as a boy.
It was just like me, a frozen person soon to wake up.
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My Patreon: patreon.com/danielmackler
If you wish to donate: wildtruth.net/donate
Tributary of Rebirth
© Daniel Mackler
A Tributary of Rebirth
(January 1, 2015, New York City)
Is there a wound too deep to grieve
That nothing will its ache relieve
Some hidden, silent, unhealed wrong
Some hurt alive from time bygone?
From your first ally, your first friend
That did your base foundation bend
That cooled like granite so complete
Before you stood on your own feet?
That warps the way you walk today
That nothing will make go away
Yet is so buried and protected
That you might seem unaffected?
Can you face it, can you solve it
Can you somehow now dissolve it
Chart its contours, feel its horror
Be a new kind of explorer?
Can you go where few are going
Where your ancient tears are flowing
Down into the deepest cleft
The spring to heal your soul bereft?
Yes, you can go there, you can be
A channel of sincerity
A tributary of rebirth
To all who walk this wounded earth.
Be Creative, Open Your Soul
(April 8, 2022)
Be creative, open your soul
Take the risk to become whole
Yet let the world know how you’re lost
And speak no matter what the cost
But also share the things you’ve found
While you were searching underground
And drop the normal, drop the cover
Take the risk to be the other
And take the risk to be unsure
To drop your mask, be insecure
To model something deep and new
For others striving to be true
And take the risk to be rejected
By those who seem unaffected
And those who never risk a thing
To write or paint or dance or sing
And if your sleep at night is tense
Then that’s life’s vote of confidence
For those who slumber without strife
Are those who live a tepid life
So be a hero, be the brave one
And maybe on your path you’ll save one
Needing someone just like you
An honest soul—creative, true!
Shall I Finally Be a Leader?
(May 10, 2015)
Shall I finally be a leader
One who takes a solid stand
With no secret “love me, love me”
But instead who lends a hand?
I am inching daily closer
By the foot and yard and mile
Soothing all my ancient injuries
Healing takes a lonely while
Glimpses of potential catch me
In the mirror of my life
Taller, stronger, and more honest
Walking forward through the strife
Sometimes I can see it clearly
What my path is meant to be
Not a child full of terror
Rather integrated me.
Little Boy Inside of Me
(April 28, 2015)
Little boy inside of me
I know how vulnerable you are
You’ve been with me for decades since
The dawning of the morning star
Little boy inside of me
I work each day to help you grow
I’ve grieved and taken distance from
The ones who harmed you long ago
Little boy inside of me
I love to watch you sing and play
We’ve walked together, now we rest
There’s only so much in a day.
I Will Fight and I Will Die
(May 30, 2015)
I will fight and I will die
To change the world I daily try
And here’s my basic strategy:
To liberate the best of me.
For Those Who Want to Have a Child
(May 20, 2015)
For those who want to have a child
Have you discovered what is wild
Inside of you, in your own soul?
Or are you tame, your heart grown cold?
I do not know why you can’t see
How hurt our world has come to be
And how the folks who procreate
Were born five hundred years too late
The time has come to end the crazy
Go within, please don’t be lazy
And do the world a service true
Do not have kids, give birth to you.
The First Waters of Spring
(May, 2023)
I love it when the first waters of spring start to flow,
when the ice melts off the top of the pond,
and you can feel the life within getting ready to wake up.
You know that soon the turtles will be coming out of the mud,
and the frogs will be coming out too, and soon there will be tadpoles.
You can’t see anything yet, but you sense it coming.
It’s exciting, a time of expectant waiting.
I love that feeling, and I first loved it as a boy.
It was just like me, a frozen person soon to wake up.
