Leadership

A leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves.” —Lao Tzu

Under my feet in the pearly rising
frosted grass flattens while symbolizing
the offer on my plate, intricate, strange
a subtle reworking to rearrange

reality which yesterday comprised
green grass, a golden sun and blue, blue sky.
The line between day and night now blushful
and fleeting, overcast sky soon muffles

all the serendipitous hints walking
reveals as out of my dreams I’m stalking
that delicate thread in our connected
web, guiding focus to what we’ve reflected

Inspired by: Leadership, Offer, Intricate, Frost, and the SOCS prompt “On my plate.”

The Big Reveal

As a child I was taught: seek perfection
you’re good-for-naught without stern direction.
This invitation to self-loathing cost.
The price: wholeness and balance must be tossed.

Such a peculiar worldview kindless
forcing imaginative child mindless
into an envelope addressed and stamped
mailed to a prison block filthy and cramped

Arriving breathless, wheezing with despair
from hopelessness programming bill of fare
until I open up the flimsy seal
and realize what is reflected’s real

Letting go of the horror show at last
creating new reality’s a blast
releasing past and learning how to breathe
in this now moment claiming all of me.

Inspired by: Peculiar, Invitation, Seek and Envelope.

Featured image: visiting a beloved 450-year-old oak tree with my grandson.

The Mess Is The Message

Homeless: a phrase to amplify distress
and dissonance, not knowing your address
that unique point within you, your birthright
bestowed by love’s indestructible might

instead, focused on fiat’s greedy clout
bespelled by usurers, we’re trained to doubt
sweating through dark nightmares of hopeless need
hypnotic and psychotic endless feed

early I wake, walk under darkened sky
blind to my stellar connections tongue-tied
by a blanket of haze from melting snow
we partner in pragmatic view, and go

into the unknown painstakingly plunge
taking the steps as shadows emerge, lunge
demand to be embraced, to clarify
the mess that is reflected is a lie.

Inspired by: Connections, Pragmatic, Partner and Homeless.

New Ways Matter

Dawn’s celestial music from the spheres
is kind of hard to hear. Flaps over ears
avoiding this bitter cold, low over face
a wooly hat cocoons me from the grace

of stars concealed by collapsed chem-trails
this simulated weather’s epic fails
and now my descendants medicated
propagandized cabal-educated

taught to worship fiat on cellphone streams
in cellblocks they call homes and schools. The memes
instruct them to resent and hate the aged
like puppet Joe and evil Nancy. Saged

wisdom is hidden and the slate wiped clean
dumbed down celebs rewriting history
what’s a grandmother to do in this scene?
The script so stale and tired and words demeaned

our pineal glands fluoride-calcified
til magic resides on the other side
reality is defined with bullhorns
wielded by ensorcelled fiends whose deep scorn

accelerates the fear stream. So I dwell
intuitively find ways to excel
mattering in imaginative ways
that nicely cancel evil’s featured daze

Inspired by: Collapse, Face, Feature and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to use words with “cel.

Wake Up In Time

Some bank men fraud greedily, work Ponzi
schemes, hide apocryphal cartel laundry
streams, blatantly pay off politicians
and testify black lies to commissions

televised questions by curmudgeon guys
whose high dudgeon is an act. You’re surprised
one time, but please, not twice. Be proactive
now you see the device. You’re reactive

time and time again watching movie screens
the same tired old script’s in smithereens.
Surely the long game, you can’t fail to see
setting you up to force CBDCs

controlling every breath from birth to death
dumbed down, enslaved on the quiescent path
You watch until yawning finally wake
in time to create for your higher sake.

Inspired by: Proactive, Curmudgeon, Apocryphal and Sam Bankman Fried’s inglorious billion-dollar steal.

Here She Comes Again

Let us love winter for it is the spring of genius.~Pietro Aretino

In winter I typically hover
over the abyss despair uncover
queen of the underworld in the dark hours
longing for the light, so disempowered

even though I study Persephone
I’m literal. Metaphorically
her descent makes sense. My beloved trees
unleaf and pose naked in the deep freeze

while I am buffeted by change. I cope
composing poetry of warmth and hope,
slide under quilts savvy grandmothers sewed
bequests for the long winters they forebode.

Inspired by: Typical, Hope, Abyss and Hover.

Romancing The Night

Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts.

Hours before dawn my pup and I pace
under the glowing mirrored moon and trace
the trail of constellated starry cues
that summon intuition and infuse

my muse opening gateways in the night
illuminating ether my birthright
I’m back in tune each segment harmonize
walking the dark powerful galvanize

Inspired by: Segment and Back

My Own Creation

During the eclipse of the ripened moon
I write paragraphs, with my soul commune
my year of mourning, arduous, has passed
so pen to paper my desires broadcast

in why’s, asking improbabilities
moving past logic, stasis, fear, I tease
tender, unfurling, like fertile fern fronds
spores dispersing my yearning. World responds

my focus, mattering with care, creates
beyond rules synchronicity awaits
my attention. I shake off the old yoke
and every gift and talent now convoke

Inspired by: Fern, Paragraph, Mourning, Arduous and the book I’m currently reading, Write It Down, Make It Happen.

When We Choose Love

When told to knuckle under in the storm
of lies, I stood tall in the truth and scorn
rained down on me by those permeated
by fear, calling me dangerous, insane

bypassing lament, I cultivated
my own organic growth, and I abstained
from consuming the narrative obtained
through frequencies of hate unabated

the timeline I choose leads me to sunbeams
and thriving plants luxuriate. My dreams
lucid and powerful reach into murk
remedy past where unhealed traumas lurk.

Inspired by: Storm, Lament, Cultivate and Knuckle.

Featured image: Down dog in sunbeam.

Break the Day Spell

We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination, you see it for what it’s worth.~Terrence McKenna

At sunrise and set I smash old beliefs
that drive me. Indiscernible motifs
stun children before logic can arise
shut up and listen, discredit your eyes

and just ignore your gut feelings, you must
hallucinate, participate and trust
a higher power. Inconsequential
your intuition is nonessential.

The golden gleam cutting through manmade haze
the light lifting horizon lines til blaze
burns off the matrix chokehold, setting free
imaginative creativity.

Inspired by: Hallucinate, Drive and Stun.

Featured image: Last night’s sunset was improbable, vivid, fleeting gorgeousness.