Deep In The Dance

Something happens to you when you begin to think about this planet as a single living organism. And when you begin to live in that awareness, nothing is ever again quite the same.~Ken Carey

Thin wraiths dance eastward over warm waters.
Chilled and bundled in fleece, I watch as geese
emerge like stones waking to feed, such greed
as light reveals their hiding place. They honk

alarms along the gosling-littered tarmac
path, such charm, but shoes a must. Fingers chilled
but here outside my passions rise. I’m filled
with joy and peace. You want to talk vaccines.

Just look, my crooked face, heavy metals trace–
that clear view reveals my stand. Unrespected
population propagandized nations
caught in fear, learning controlled, injected

by calamity we cannot see, fish
swimming in an unsensed sea, yet we wish
for unity, attend group-think workshops
to train out all individuality.

There is no lottery to win. Within
unique imagination is built in,
our saving grace. We pause and listen, give
space to the underlying love we live.

Inspired by: Lottery, Workshop, Vaccine and Calamity and these books: Crooked: Man-made Disease Explained by Forest Maready and What Really Makes You Ill, Why Everything You Thought You Knew About Disease Is Wrong, by Dawn Lester and David Parker.

Featured image: a great blue heron fishing this morning as I tried to capture the fog dancing along the lake surface. Below image: I tried to capture the eery fog a bit later when the sun began to rise.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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