Love’s Freedom Codes

Be sure to unplug from the scramble of narratives often; it literally interferes with your coherence…Only empower the thoughts, words, actions and feelings you desire to see manifested.~Sandra Walter

Imagine with no restraints, release each
misperception society’s imposed
the muck and drama to the roots exposed
collective trauma symptoms rise and teach

a wave must break upon the shore. Grackles
now enter this stanza with a scold aimed
at my crude philosophizing cackles
the world goes by, by habit join the game

Unplug! Don’t watch these systems burn; you’ll choke
on ashes, mourn the failing gadgets, flee
freedom, seek the old familiar yoke.
See with your heart, reclaim reality!

Laid off and disempowered how can we
regain our feet, the food we eat revolved
on lack and greed—these old beliefs dissolve.
What’s real—what I call love—emerges free.

Inspired by: Layoff, and Gadget

Create Joy Now

When the web went down, we here poised, sticky
balance, supplied and surprised by the joy
of release. We invented games, tricky
and hilarious, collapsing, a toy

shooting out of the water into air.
Has the sky ever been so blue, the clouds
so white, the sun so golden? How we fare
in this halcyon day to play unbowed!

I am receiving, my heart full and clear.
I’m finding common ground, writing fables.
Figurative or literal, we’re here
with weighted words perceived as we’re able

so let’s not fight, can we agree: we’re made
in love? Can we create right now, our hearts
open and true? Forget how we’ve been played,
what we were sure we knew. We’re at the start!

How we enjoy each other when we see
we’ve landed in karmic reality
in our rush to be on planet right now
as the walls come quite abruptly crashing ’round.

Simply Put

How can I speak into cranky fear
simply, leaving the prolix soapbox?
Our awakening is unpredictable;
the AI masters gnash their teeth, perplexed.
Look into the fire in the sky,

dig fingers deep into our earth
mother running through our songs.
We breathe a symphony. As we assemble
onstage, so many sleepwalkers wander
out of tune. What joy as they rouse.

Fighting the cancerous cells, labeling
psychopaths in corrupt old systems
ancient and disintegrating in our light
feeds that dying flame, the silly
illusion of separation. No more!

That song has left the galaxy.
We hold space in the flowing ether
of unity. On the front porch,
a hummingbird hovers by the new feeder,
testing my intention. Love and service

even to these frazzled, triggered ones
plugged into the false web
just a song away from true harmonics
as we reconnect to the light
we are, allowing source

again and again, receptive, letting
go of judgment and arrogance because
we don’t know this immensity.
Welcome ourselves as we turn
into the music of now: awake, alight, aware.

Inspired by:  Cranky, Fire in the sky, Unpredictable and Prolix.  Featured image by Linda Stuart capturing a moment of me doing my favorite thing in the world.

Truth Is

The possibilities I envision–
untethered to a past–through a gleaming
gate streaming in starlit precision
now that I’m not diminutive, afraid

and powerless.  A paragon at last
I can leave the choosers to writhe inside
their choices–unjudging, I ascend fast
my own way awake. Place Gaia first, wide

serving humbly and astounded to clean
with that old healing formula pure love-
intention. We are reeling in mistaken
perception, our frequency hums above

misconceptions.  In crystalline truth, feel
the ethers, like a rippling sea, and we,
antennae of celebration, can heal
with respect.  Each measured step, oh, aim me

in my highest trajectory. We can
not flee our roots; we only touch the sky
on this spaceship our mother earth. Seek and
speak what’s true for you: it’s time now to fly.

Inspired by Celebration, Diminutive, Paragon and Afraid.

A Matter of Time

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes/the only throb she gives/is when some heart, indignant, breaks/to show that still she lives.~Thomas Moore.

(Wo)men, who their duties know but know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, prevent the long-aimed blow and crush the tyrant while they rend the chain.~Sir William Jones

Robed in the sable garb of woe/with haggard eye, the poet stood.~Thomas Gray, 1755.

How can we have faith in freedom wrapped in
lies, a quilt sewn with intent, we’re trapped in
skies chem-trailed and electrified, zapped in
every wavelength, satellites are mapped in

this unholy grid, the long-term aim seems
to be annihilation of our dreams.
Be strong, do not vacate your heart, these streams
of love trump all, the pinnacle sun beams

disruption of every nefarious
plot, we ought not despair, the various
fears and rage fuel evil: precarious
hold is lost when we embrace. Carry us

into the new earth emerging so clear
crystalline being now the truth, my dear:
we’ve ever been free, we stand now and cheer
the calendar’s been tossed, we’re finally here.

Inspired by: Vacate, Quilt, DisruptionPinnacle and finding this morning my old cherished first edition One Thousand Gems of Genius in Poetry and Art by the Kings and Queens of Thought, by Frederick Saunders, published 1889.  

The Patriarchal Debris Field

The morning air scented with promised rain
fresh and cool, still a lament, past refrain
teased by a breeze regrets arise, a train
of thought. The anchored feeling like a stain

the past wraps you in fierce insistence
propagandized military persistence
deaf to nature, unreached by common sense
still I touch you vis-à-vis heart presence

We are ripples of our awakening
in our connected sea forsaking
habit and beliefs that long held sway, taking
sanity away, grave mistakening

until I pause to embrace what is now.
The past, enslaved and yoked to fear–a bough
heavily laden then released and how
we sing in joy coherent in the Tao.

Inspired by Awakening, Ripples, vis-à-vis and Coherent.

Happy Father’s Day to all the loving men who nurture with heart.

Before Dawn’s Light

I got no zz’s last night
struggling with breath.
I blamed it on the sizzling sun
at the near-solstice, my soles
and palms radiating ungrounded heat
yet when I woke, I stood
in dizzying smoke oozing
from open windows. This city life
is a puzzle, fresh air fizzles
in a blink. So here I am pensive
at five a.m., quizzical and cloistered
in manufactured coolness.

Dazzled by the earth in her galactic
razzmatazz. Starstruck.

My new bamboozled and bumfuzzled
neighbors unmuzzled in their fuzzy
factoids inflict their nonsense scolding
like Nazis. They’ve forgotten history.

I keep aiming for the highest trajectory.
Fascists keep struggling to suppress
the dizzying truth: we’re all
intertwined–as every single fire
we light illuminates simply.

Ah, hear that single voice?
Greeting the invisible inevitable dawn.
Let me emulate this song sparrow
let go of all that jazz and sing
one sweet confident trill
to praise what the sky promises.

Join me.  The light will show the way.

Inspired by: Cloistered, Pensive, Inflict and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to write a post with words containing zz.

Through The Layers

Nothing is as it seems.  This shopping list
is also a poem. The words glide colorful
butterflies. A rainbow in the rear view
mirror settles in a cove: turn around
though past magic cannot be found. Feelings
arise in our rooted instrument, fine-
tuned, we ground into our mother earth.  Truth
is, we’re songs: harmonics ringing in the
sun, this glorious light, our life bestowed
oblivious or wise, be humble. Give
the best you are and let your power thrum.

Inspired by: Cove, Bestow, Rear View Mirror, Glide and contributions from my 4-year-old grandson who also gave the prompts: butterfly, colorful, rainbow and the assertion that his shopping list for spaceship materials is also a poem.

Approaching Lavender

“If you’d like to try your hand at understanding lavender, then you must be very sure that life is not a game.~Gordon Lightfoot

I’m not interested in yonder trigger
manipulated to feel avarice
a power grab comes up empty; I’ve lost
all the things. What remains, what I cherish
and hold high sings focus, energy, pure
insightful creativity. How may
I be of service? In nature under
trees, I plant medicinal herbs, fragrant
flowers to delight the eyes, lure butterflies
shifting the tale beyond all words, I
reach into the ether where your boundaries
are a game, play on in the world whirled and
tossed by insurgent aims, you fight yourself
while I maintain divine neutrality
calm, joyful where you’ve already joined me.

Inspired by: Yonder, Cherish, Insurgent and Avarice.

Anything Is Possible

We explore subconscious with tenderness
to begin cognizant of wilderness
interior, we claim these feelings rush
–no poke and post, accuse–with rigorous

logic we nail down the primal essence
no reason to react, we give presence
to those triggered by fear, so powerless
unable to see rejuvenescence

our conscience awakes, insight streams like light
the narrative flips, what looked wrong or right
emerges, necessary steps for growth
the planet hums vibratory preflight

Open to love, imagination soars
we claim each evil deed, we hear the roars
all of our shadows long abhorred arise
we look into each others’ eyes, clear doors.

Inspired by Begin, Wilderness, Cognizant, Conscience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “nail”.  

Featured image: my grandson brought some old monster/soldiers to play with, and I told him I didn’t like their energy.  So he got out the crystals and cleaned them.