Going around in circles

I’m painting ensōs feeling into heart-
break of my own making. How painstaking
pasts and greedy futures block the fine art
of now. I break free of dreams mistaking

cues and clues as battered children do. Leap
from the chains survival forged. Illusions
rise and fall. I move my brush, reds, golds sweep
new ways praise in intuitive fusions.

Still how I mourn, fully, each circle drawn
in one stroke: open, closed, overlapping.
Foolish or trite, it may appear. Right on
the page paint swirls loud as one hand clapping.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Trite. In Zen, ensō is a circle hand-drawn in one stroke, the practice of which allows the body to create with a quiet mind.

Hush now

Every which way power can be discredited or misunderstood…people will discredit it and misunderstand it.
And then all psychological and physiological and mental and physical and emotional and perceptual and hormonal processes undergo a major downward shift, in order to accommodate to a reality, a space in which the individual has virtually no power at all.~Jon Rappoport

Jobs prospects are never better. You can
work for Jeff Bezos in a dizzying
diversity for his prosperity

sort, pack, shop, deliver–now the brick and
mortar stores are drenched in toxic cleaning
fluid-tainted air. Prolific profits

as we’re enslaved and masked. Sojourners search
for sanctuary to divulge secrets
of Elites’ 2020 power grab.

My shadows stand bold, demand attention.
True work is deep, beyond comprehension.
These tasks, sacred, essential, heal my world.

Inspired by: Divulge, Jobs, Prolific, Diversity and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: jour. And the understanding that we have unlimited power to heal the fractal right at our fingertips and this, my dears, is how we save humanity.

Rising Into Sun

“I have cried too, I have cried too long. Like a phoenix, I have risen from the flames. No more living someone else’s dreams.”~Dan Fogelberg

As each wound throbs into now–the suspense
intense–my zeal to heal keeps me waking

for heaven’s sake, these pains I take reveal
a couple of childish surmises rise

this ardent lover sun burning my skies.
Open my eyes. Survival strategies

bless my courage and my worth. This offer
proffered to the phoenix seizing rebirth.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Couple, Surmise, Zeal, Suspense and a November sun fierce and bold burning away old limiting beliefs.

Dark Huntress

“Others around you may be succumbing to their own misperceptions and lack of energizing spirit—but that doesn’t mean you have to. And as an aside, if you decide you want to help those you care about and lift them up, try doing it without logic and imagination and see how far you get.”~Jon Rappoport

It might be a trick of the light, black dog
in the trees picking shadows. She’ll freeze
before frolic, her hunting genes guiding
this game of surprise and wild flight.

I’ve activated angel lobes, the rise
of higher human virtues. There’s such pain
in facing all these shadows I once tricked
and subjugated in my own dark cells

a dungeon of survival’s canny make
encouraged by sweet persistent light
to open now as the endgame reveals
my powers to heal, uplift and create.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by Shadows, Outlandish, Frolic, Picking, the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt Trick, and the very last OctPoWriMo 2020 Day 31 prompt Light, Dark and Shadow (embrace all aspects of yourself).

My main focus in November will be NaNoWriMo. I may continue my prompted poems as well. Not sure how often I’ll post here. Take care and see you on the other side! (December).

Creating New

As you think so it shall be…. . The entire paradigm shift is so massive that you have to adapt to a completely new reality. Nothing is exactly as it appears to be. Don’t be depressed and let yourself be drawn to fear. You are not incarnated just to survive. You are here to create and enjoy a high quality of life. Live in dignity and be noble.~Solara

Cultivating stillness I drive
through old beliefs and wounds which pound
my red Jeep.  The raindrops resound
relentless yielding I arrive

recreating the painful past
my new powers projecting
to make sense at last
I bring my love connecting
through the dark and hidden places
now unearths, presents to grace.

Exquisite presence looks around
reveals strategies to survive
which dissipate as love arrives
redecorates old battlegrounds.

Divide and conquer narratives
weave anger and despair.
This pause is the curative.
I breathe slow into air
which touches every being, gives
space where hearts can truly care.

Llego en este momento
y milagros son todo que lo siento.

Soundcloud recording here.

Today’s prompts invite me to realize that the impending dead stop can never jeopardize my buoyant spirit. Fear creeps past, another artifact crumbling in my gratitude now. The OctPoWriMo Day 23 prompt is Gratitude (Hope, Dream, Anticipation, Thankful) in the new-to-me form La’libertas, and a surprise poppy and her tiny friend who braved the cold to present a love letter which I pass on to you.

Translation: I arrive in this moment and all I feel are miracles.

Grey Turns To Blue

Each face swimming into my hereness
calls and texts or in the shunned connections
blessings in this misty morning nearness
the grey thick air devours reflections
of vivid vistas. Yesterday’s clearness
disappears. Here a cold wet inspection
alleviates misperceptions, makes light
of falsely perceived rejection haze-bright.

The fractal I create illuminates
all of my lessons soaking in presence.
When we touch I embrace, elucidate
the wounded patterns in my face.  Essence
of evolution, intuitive gates
open the paradigm’s obsolescence.
Hear my growl deep in the woods.  Rain-fog gifts
are love, a sending as the timelines shift.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Grey turns to blue, Alleviate, Devour, Vivid, Growl and the OctPoWriMo Day 22 prompt to follow your gut feelings in an Ottava Rima.

Recovering Romantic

All of the readers I consult believe
a twin flame true love soul mate will relieve

what’s ailing me. I still and look beneath
romantic stories that I used to breathe

a young girl waiting in a tower above
the cruel world inside. They called it love

with promises sublime I was entrained
to quell my power by the weight of chains.

Recovery depends on the extent
I stand my ground, consent to my ascent.

You have returned, you beg a hearing though
you shunned my overtures, you say you’ve grown

and two hearts exponentially expand
the sensibilities in this new land.

Duality illusion games are through.
The path inviting opens hearts when true.

Alone I meditate and heal myself.
Come as you are. I’m here. Just be yourself.

Inspired by: Recovery, Extent, Promises, Sublime and the OctPoWriMo Day 18 prompt, how to relax and process feelings (Rejuvenate, Reboot, Breathe, Meditation, Process, Healing) in a form of my choosing, which today are rhyming iambic pentameter couplets.

Healing My Broken Heart

I’m serious as shit, dumbfounded by
the faces and the stories up for air
released from darkness I summon the light
how I respond with love to my own cry

especially at night the pris’ners fly
caught in a tale of mine—how could I care
traumatized child gasping for air, I left
to visit other realms, create new skies

and I was reckless, hurting, fantasized—
so if you met me while the onus held
my life’s mission of wound and heal and weld
your face awakes dreams, interrupts my nights

I’m serious as shit, dumbfounded by
the chances opening in tender space
how I respond with love to my own cry

Inspired by: Serious, Dumbfounded, Onus and the #OctPoWriMo Day 7 prompt Growing Pains (pain, growth, learning, finding yourself) in a Triolet or Villonet.

“Serious as shit” may be the strongest language a person with digestive issues can utter. I’m focused on huge wounds in my Elucidation and the healing is fierce!

True Love Lessons

when we met in musical fall romance
my narrow view meant rescue and true love
until my body broke now our distance

off balance I trudge into wakefulness
hit hard and hurting from the jab my guts
insist I still. Yet I run playfulness

as rain erases traces, makes a mess
of the precise placement offered. True love’s
invite into the dawn precise largesse

the bunnies, hawks and I receive, profess
to understand.  The mostly green above 
a moving mystery, tantalized, blessed

red brilliance falling each leaf pure romance. 
From high a fool leaps—perhaps gently shoved? 
—the precipice, won’t I?  Openheart dance

a bluejay squawks and just in time, this yes 
slo mo surrender dive glides past each up-
draft and I’m rapt, furious gratefulness

curious codes.  Belly laughs sustain us
love calls all the mirages past burn up 
when we met in musical fall romance
until my body broke now our distance

Inspired by: Laugh, Trudge, Jab and Moving. I started a villanelle but this morning I’m a kid who just can’t color in the lines. I’m turning the page over and painting the walls and ceilings of my consciousness. You know, that kind of day?

Featured image is a kaleidoscope filter on this love letter the sky left me.

Fearless Falling

The love letters you compose in the dark
greet me after dawn retreats rosily

blushing at the sheer passion you exude
this scarlet flaming promise every hue

love flaunts sensual blessings in the wild
echoes of the way you reach me wordless

for now rising from the deep while beaming
hotly from skies sacred vows emerging

thankful as each gift removes a block I’d
forgotten in my years of hermitage

how love calls when you least expect, demands
a choice. Do you love me? Yes or no.

Written for #OctPoWriMo Day 4 prompts fearless, falling, breathe in a blitz poem or a Grá Reformata. (although a different form chose me in a rush, falling fearlessly onto my page this morning like the featured image of the love letter I received at dawn.)