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.

Receive These Gifts

Create intentional receptivity during this summer solstice (20 June, 2020, 5:44 p.m. EDT), the annular solar eclipse (21 June 2020 2:40 a.m. EDT), and new moon (21 June 2020 2:41 a.m. EDT).  There is much power available for the sovereign being.

Deep in my being is a fierce tender
place ready to alight in compassion
and grace. I must be still
I settle in
almost electrified by energies
I’ve felt in my mature synergy.
The sun beams strong, alive, afire
We let go of the nightmare story, dire
and unreal that fear has grown.
Wake up, so sensitive and all alone.
This uniquely necessary heart song
required NOW! Sing out, my dear.
Love’s the only current. Let it steer.

Inspired by Mature, Ready, Almost, Compassion and the huge impactful energy available right now!

The Deal Of Your Life

In the world where blather blooms innuendo’s
sly invites: investigate these lies!

I invest my currency not in an
asp clutched to my bosom. Instead I pay

each morning fully stepping into love
as the sun literally explodes huge

burning flash into sun-gazing eyes.
I ground the power filling with bliss.

It comes to this: a choice to fear or change.
Leap off the seeming precipice–all lies

the old collapses. I only have eyes
for this new earth we are creating nigh

improbable rising from the rubble
new soil transmuting. We are on the rise

I’m deep in being looking through God’s eyes
and in your tenderness I see God looks

at me. How did these separation stories
ever fly? When did we dread to die?

The brilliance as each moment unfolds how
love leads the way. It’s easy. Show me now.

Inspired by: Bloom, Blather, Bosom and Innuendo. And by sheer bliss as I turn away from watching the mesmerizing fall of the old structures and focus fully on creation.

Re-creation

Oh thou who…beset the road I was to wander in, thou wilt not with…evil round enmesh.”~Omar Khayyám 

Across the chasm of lies where some maniac
cries some strange fiction he writes in
the sand, saying common sense writ in my hand
can no longer suffice–obscene price–this

planned propaganda is not just domestic
the outreach of evil is global.
And we who celebrate life have to blink.
Who is buying this fraud? Who has never

met god? Not that Vindictive Fellow above.
Mind of creation that lives, dies in love
informing matter, recycling stars
unmasked, unadorned at rest then in motion

the true pulse of connection unafraid
in spite of the malevolence displayed
on the world stage, the poorly written script.
The actors are well paid but not by me

I withdraw my currency to invest
my inspired creation and my flow
informed by the Void where I go, sweet rest
each day, emerge refreshed, in light I play.

 

Inspired by: Maniac, Domestic, Sand, Chasm and Write.  The Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is to select a word that starts with“ch”  and use that (bonus if you start with it) in “stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.”

Two Eagles Flying

Two eagles fly over my house, carry
prayers to the creator. These mornings
I sit in a shaft of light that streams from
a hole in the roof of my consciousness.

I’ve built my sacred altar there; ev’ry
worry and difficulty that emerges
I lift to that place beyond my knowing,
a multitude ascending luminous

and I realize I’m building a bridge
each moment I offer my nescience
clarity and peace reveal I cannot
understand
becomes a path to the light.

 

Inspired by two bald eagles flying over. I’ve only ever seen them flying solo here.

Featured image found here.  (The ones flying here were too high, and I without my camera.)

Repeat After Me: Freedom, Freedom

Your power is in divine neutrality.  Be calm, meditate.  Focus on the light.  Ignore the puppet show.  Worry energizes the lower agendas.  Words are power.  What you speak Creates.  Be aligned and examine the words.  Express the higher light.  Hold the balance so we can unfold with ease and grace.  If you want to get on board, jump on now.  Redesign.” ~Sandra Walter.

A robin bold and busy arrives. A green heron
flies in and melts into the shore while
the house sparrow scolds in a tuneless repetition.
The morning is quiet when it leaves

oh, there are other sounds. The red-winged blackbirds
abrupt-trill dive, their forsythia nest hidden deep.
The swallow watches, filling up the birdbox hole.
The Carolina chickadee tiny and unobtrusive slips

imperceptible in the periphery
of my attention. In my brief glance
a goldfinch and an oriole pause
to acknowledge my presence.

In the background rumble the deep
indistinct voices I called difficulties
before I learned to place them with sacred
love on the high altar, over and over.

I cannot solve this from the mind
that created these difficulties. And yes,
I claim them: Mine! Spun of cotton candy,
energized by my worry, I leave them

in the open air, the light, the rain
to their fate. Bless courage and faith
and when I lift my pen and gaze
a hummingbird arrives to drink and fill

outside of time in the simultaneous now
that every word disturbs though my intent
remains to enter the next level of my awakening
which is to say, our own birthing in now.

Inspired by a meditative morning and the wild expansion the entire planet is experiencing right now.  

Blessings and aloha.  Be safe.

Altar’s Alter

Sitting in meditation, troubling words
emerge to flap frantic, abrupt small birds
batter my house’s hard ceiling, absurd

persistent they break a hole in the roof
of my consciousness, so that a shaft of
light is allowed to enter now.  As proof

of this place carved outside of time and space
I construct an altar, feel now the grace
in my very physical room, the base

of my alchemical transmutation.
Each difficulty offered, creation
gift holy among the crystals stationed:

rose quartz love, deep magnetic pull of eight
hematite stones, a geode carved, the weight
of serpentine, these mysteries a gate

the chance to break the matrix, open me
beyond the confines of controlled mind, see
channeled from outside of my knowing, we

find solutions are instant and easy
unhindered by beliefs, I sit in peace
each troubling thought released to spirit’s breeze.

 

Inspired in this morning’s meditation to reflect that the solutions to what is facing us are not to be found in the mindset that created them.  Calm and centered, the light inspires.  

The featured image is a piece of serpentine found on the coast, with the “swirl” effect filter.

Hope More

Hopelessness is a psy op and it’s world-wide.  Don’t fall for it.~Jon Rappoport

“I want” implies I lack, I turn my back
on cognate kinship, all in my path

decried, the poisoned earth’s wrath
with lies. I say, this is not mine,

it’s all your fault. The circle
dancing ensō draws me swift

justice lesson-patterns reflect
the now I must bow to, respect.

Inspired by:  Circle, Dancing and Cognate. and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post to use “want” as the first, second or third word of your post.

Featured image found here.

Black or White or

The black and white forest
explodes, mystery swelling to burst
greenly in a perception experiment
you ask me to go back
to let go of this vivid
specificity, love’s precision
informing matter that seemed inert
was it yesterday I walked abstracted
searching for meaning, color leached
white canvas, black lines
horizontal hugging, vertical reaching
for something, not for me,
light in general, disassociated,
unregulated, lone wan in the duality
of thinking we called normal
now a sketchbook discarded, stark
in the burning miracles
emerging, a conflagration
of thanks from my lips,
my pen, my hands, my eyes
as I spring, too, newly alive
with every breath of praise.

 

Inspired by: Abstract in Black & White, Experiment, Lone, Grateful.

Also by the five-minute meditation I have been doing.  Simply saying thank you for five minutes to each thing that emerges in my created reality.  It moves me to a new place of self-regulation, curiosity, wonder and an appreciation for the community and miracles who participate with me.

Festival of Valor

May this day set me in motion, I ought to be on my way.~James Taylor

The retrieval begins as history
seethes alive, unintegrated mystery
seeping lavalike through the cracks
we finally see propaganda matrix
cannot hold the avalanche of comprehension.
Just as young, so very young beings
we were not met, rocked ourselves singing
lonely in our survival anguish
even now in these adult bodies, wish
as we are vexed by these troubles offered
like a blessing awkward we try
to cut, bury and exclude, we cry
foul, deny what bobs behind
towed larval as we struggle, eyes
fixed firmly on a magical horizon
believing we can create a new
unrivaled shore the past is blue
awaiting the arrival of the candid
mating: irridescent swallows landed,
white flash of startled killdeer
two diving ducks are still here,
flock long departed, have they started
a nest? A cardinal flashes a red kiss
and everything I’ve missed luxuriant
green nestling violets’ valor.
The joy-praise sunrise song settles
to a soft and subtle fluttering petals
from the magnolia and I revalue
and adjust my filters, ambrosia
connection silent and filling
with presence: stilling the should-bes
as I see and say: this is the way.