Digesting What Is Real

All disease begins in the gut.~Hippocrates

In the surreal aisles of the box store
inedible packages of cardboard
claim to be food. I look askance, select
kleenex and toilet paper and reject

the dubious offerings, even root
vegetables, alliums, leafy greens, fruit
tasteless. The farmer’s market’s integral
to my table. I ferment victuals

my kitchen fills with jars of cultured squash,
curtido, kraut, kimchi and with panache
I create labels for my medicine.
Real food supports well-being genuine.

Inspired by: Squash, Surreal, Integral and Culture.

Featured image: Fermented vegetables from Sommerwhitemd.com.

Message From Beyond

Warm salutations I bring to you, dear
beings of the shifting habitus fear
wrought and taught you, caught in patterns deep
undercover like pop songs on repeat

snappy mind control by CIA fiends
brought over after Hitler failed, proceeds
funded by your own sweat and blood, dark tax
collected in a secret ledger black

democracy is now a fairytale
which corporate greed rebranded, a fire sale
and you deserve a medal as you say
I’ll not support this evil, not today

because, you see, the castle built of sand
requires your free consent. Simply command
and set your fierce intention to break out
of past conditioning and be here now.

Inspired by: Medal, Salutations, Habitus, Snappy, today’s X1 solar flare, and two illuminating books: Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon: Laurel Canyon, Covert Ops & the Dark Heart of the Hippie Dream and Operation Paperclip.

Featured image: Solar flare by new atlas.

You Are The Fuel They Seek

You don’t want to know what’s in your water.
You’d be perplexed what is sprayed in your air.
The toxins in the soil and seeds oughta
be outlawed. Greed is a dirty affair.

We are slaves in a yoke of entrainment,
our perception of real in disarray
like a jinx our beliefs are containment
we may resist, they persist, led astray

in the rush frantic strive for survival
too busy to eat well, to breathe, we swing
from a stake unresourced. Our revival
comes outside of time, unrestrained wellspring

the deep inner knowing we touch in dreams
and moments of now found under green trees
a calling bird a falling star sun’s beam
we realize our energy is free

Inspired by: Perplexed, Disarray, Swing and Jinx.

Featured image: The sudden swirl of mystery under a tree as the sunlight opens now.

And yes, I made up a word. Unresourced is when all your natural resources are hidden from you by beliefs imposed by an oppressive system. So of course you won’t find such a thought-provoking word in the dictionary that exact system writes!

Beyond The Seeming

At dusk astounded as double suns swash
watercolors bright across sky awash
with passions from the deep unruly day
I swore to keep my feet on bare earth, pray

with all expansiveness of breath, release
these judgments with compassion and find peace.
Gregorian chants lulled me to sweet dreams
which open channels past the world of seem

stars transfer icy siren songs, plaintive
clear notes drilling through the black domain of
moon. I’m out and walking, face to heaven
celebration of my self-expression.

Inspired by: Gregorian, Transfer, Plaintive and Swash.


In their petty ignorance, people tweet
energy footprints of the stars, fake meat
unsteady led by dissonance they cannot plumb
the murky depths beside themselves they’re numb

glued to their screen dream world reality
have they forgotten how to ground, to breathe
past chemtrails tasked to mask maliciously
these 5G waves of harsh cacophony?

Bare feet upon the earth beneath the trees
the dazzling stars illuminating free
and ancient ways beyond false history
the rising flowering of sovereignty

Inspired by: Petty, Ignorance and Dream World.

Featured image: View of beach from a hill on Oahu.

Before The Light

Under the bright crescent gleam reflected
earth, our outlet, to pace undetected
a woman and a dog, brash and fearless
with business to attend, accord peerless

no frictions to soothe, no path to discuss,
I lead, we proceed without any fuss.
No need to malinger, hearts open, calm,
the lingering hush of dawn our sweet balm.

Inspired by: Brash, Discuss, Malinger and Outlet.

Healing From The Inside

In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s, there are few.~Suzuki Roshi

I carted taradiddle til the weight
unbalanced topsy-turvy. The debate
abstract white-coated pill-pushers prescribed
without a cause or cure. They have been bribed

to deal in poisons. When I cleared my mind
and firmly told them that I must decline
they rebuked my noncompliance
though I pointed out their science

theoretical at best
just an educated guess

that failed to take into account
the human biome’s paramount.
Toxins to soothe symptoms is tantamount
to throwing oil on flames. Their body count

convinced me a beginner’s mind ensures
wellness. Change is an inside job, for sure.

Inspired by: Beginner, Abstract and Cart.

Get Out From Under

Deep in the triggered hold of the slave ship
congested and detested depraved trip
through time the chains are rusting from tears’ salt
obsessed with blame, relentless finding fault

my heart rings in new patterns love creates
as I sort through what matters in the spate
of fear that clashes with my innate cheer.
Melody is clear. What’s happening here

as the old breaks down in the chopping sea
we’re tossed and turned in the waves that release
the generational captivity
celebrate learning to be truly free

Inspired by: chop, cheer, clashes, patterns and written in the SOCS style for ring.

Back To Basics

Although I came a knowing spark of life,
the feedback I received called “love” the strife
of competition for a share of care.
I aimed to win. I learned fast to beware

and so my birthright sensibility
faded incognito even to me.
I kept a mere acquaintance with my soul
until I realized that to be whole

the early cryptic programming must be
deciphered and the code released, once seen,
as disentangling the toxic threads
with focus and compassion, true love spreads

Inspired by: Feedback, Spark, Acquaintance and Incognito.

Moving On Up

First rule of healing: Are you ready to give up what is making you ill?

If you follow the transits of the stars
Mercury in retrograde writes memoirs
as relics time travel from toxic past
and beg to be released and healed at last

I strictly circumscribe these journeys, stay
in now lifting the veil, no hurry, play
in the reflected glory waxing moon
this mirror of a crater’s profile soon

my passionate intensity to be
far-flung on my higher trajectory
with profile calm and patient, I rejoice
alive and strong, raising my unique voice

Inspired by: Transit, Circumscribe, Profile and Time Travel.