Creating Your Legacy . . . the Fallacy

There are those who want to live forever and behind the false face of love and goodwill create self-images they hope will endure many lifetimes.
They call it creating a legacy.
Many lie, cheat, and steal for the world to remember their names, develop high dollar marketing strategies to get the word out but
Time
in its nobleness—reveals their selfish claims.
Tearing down the monuments that men lifted to praise the honorable, the inventor, the savior, the benefactor, and philanthropist is a very painful thing.
Tearing down the monuments that were meant to stand forever and
Renaming the streets because now its stormy weather.
But for you to buy my fruit from me at a price that is obscenely low and then resell it to me at a cost that is insanely high just to let the world know your name
is a crime the ancestors warned me of.
I will remember the next time.
It is the element of time that undressed the clown to reveal the king behind the mask.
and that same element of time
that caused the slave to hide his genius from the fool that lashed him for not doing the menial tasks.

They call it legacy.

On the backs of the innocent they build their plastic images, destroying the work of the children of god and convincing the unlearn that they have no power, creative skills, or talents.
When they are the descendants of the mighty and high minded.

Legacy Builders create stories without facts hoping no one will read and in their ruthless hands and hearts commit the dirty deeds of feeding the lazy, weak, feeble, and sick for show not sympathy.

They are building their legacy.

The real power comes from the love that is floating over the edges of the soul to do with what little you have and seek no public honor but private peace and love.

Legacies come from time tested goodness to humanity, to make a difference even when no one else understands why, sees your gift or cares.

Are you creating your legacy?    Shame on you, Shame on you, Shame on you.

Poem Forgotten

I was lying in bed and in my head
Wrote the most beautiful, inspiring, and soulful poem in the world.
As I recited the words with elegance and grace, breath by breath it shook the human race.
And I knew in my heart
That this was just the start
of the most beautiful poem in the world.

Lying in bed and in my head the award-winning poem healed souls
And comforted those left in darkness and pain.
It became a light to the world and melted evil, violence and crime.
And then, I opened my eyes and realized that I could not remember the words of what I said
While lying in bed with poems floating, living, dying, dancing, and prancing in my head.

This poem solved the tribulations of the world, no poverty, no hunger, no disease.
It was full of wisdom and illumination and not difficult to understand at all.
One could read it with no anxiety, just pure ease.

This poem in my head made me cry for it was full of power, love, compassion, and mercy.
The only thing that I cannot get right . . . is the words, which took flight and left my head like a thief in the night.
That poem, oh that poem I love it still, I just cannot seem to make it clear
enough to put on paper.
I cannot remember a line or a verse, but it is the greatest poem ever written to honor the universe.
Yes, I was lying in bed and in my head wrote the most beautiful poem I have ever heard.
I just cannot remember what I said or a single word.

Barbara L. Eikner is a poet, author, art activist, journalist, community servant and owner of Trabar Communications. She lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and is the mother of Ptah, Isis, Neteru, Drew, and Pax.

Copyright by Barbara Eikner