I am god-ding with joy just before dawn
treefuls of robins, a dog, the wet lawn
urge me as vivid dream portents unwind
propitious in this calm, with storms just behind
in the narrative controlled asinine
illusions and lies and deceit baseline
misstated mandates signed by reprobates–
I’m not here to whine, I came to create.
Inspired by: Vivid, Propitious, Urge and Asinine.
My flammiferous heart ignites with you
hiking through coniferous woods in true
kinship. Yon distant pinnacle unbreached
the symbol of our journey’s end unreached
Inspired by: Flammiferous, Symbol, Kinship and Pinnacle.
“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.”
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
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 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.
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.
“The center of the Mandala is the Now-moment, where, through the quality of attention, we constantly create ourselves anew.”~Richard Moss
After the complete breakdown comes breakthrough
but in the chaos of the fallout few
own the consequences of their choices
embracing instead resistance voices
and what you resist persists defiant
grows your molehills into mountains giant
obstacles right in your face to reveal
the quantum state: what you observe is real
mattering as you focus and select
which possibilities claim or reject.
What scientists neglect in equations
their own intent propagates invasions.
Ironic how as children we are taught
we’re meaningless and that our words are not
the power that creates reality.
We learn to spell without logomancy.
Inspired by: Giant and Breakthrough.
Featured image: Wind-created mandala at the base of a pine.
For decades (centuries), official media and government have been using their bully pulpits to publish lies and self-serving gobbledygook. To control what millions of people believe and think.~Jon Rappoport
The depraved united to skew the view
distort the facts, reliable truth coup
–when you own the press, it’s easy to do–
call me conspiracist as I break through
the queue of visitors led by the hand
through galleries constructed by broadband
and humming with that 5G frequency
that irritates my sensitivity
outside I go under the dazzling stars
as Moon and Saturn dance retrograde Mars
and then the sun reveals the crimson leaves
and yellows brighter than artists conceive
Inspired by: Crimson, United, Reliable and Visitor.
I realize I can’t pretend to sleep
to summarize the dreams I tried to keep
have dissipated and though I beseech
the walls between the worlds cannot be breached
and so I rise and open up the blinds
and leap into a dazzling sunrise
that lifts me up and joyously reminds
me: open my eyes, living is the prize
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