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.

Inside Job

By making a firm commitment to being ruthlessly honest with yourself and exploring your own inner dimensions via meditation, self-enquiry, contemplation, etc, you are opening up the possibility of the birth of a true revolutionary.~Caitlin Johnstone

Today I grapple with grief
and binoculars, weighty beliefs
and a light touch on the iron
in the fire, my desire for a new leaf.

My messengers tease me into flow
fierce males protect the nesting, show
their prowess, diving fearless, impelled
by right action, never bespelled, they know

on such a day I emerged from the womb
after forty weeks of listening, classroom
of epigenetic trauma I choose to integrate
called here in this perceived moment of doom.

Under chemtrailed skies, domesticated
opinions entrained dissonance dated
in a fearful past at last I unplug
from this drug my dearest loves sedated

At the feeder, still in orioles’ sight
bright bursts of nature’s song in me alight
creating always under leaden skies
never extinguish what is real, the light.

 

Resonance For Dissidents

I give no quarter to the dissonance
I will not stay for foolish money-making games.

Honoring hunches, I’ve composed
a team diligent for resonance

and commonsense. For lunch we dine
in present tense, savory morsels nutrify

now that hoodwinkers pale, exposed
cloying lies of propaganda baked by squads

unknowingly employed by greedy
billionaires, so awed they cannot hear

the silenced tongues in poisoned air
and food. Control the narrative the main goal,

in the power grab of our very souls.
And as I sing and play, refuse to host

this fear that clings to earthlings, a ghost
of all the childish terrors we can’t bear

—create the safe container, meet me there!
We’ll shriek and cry, throw on the lights,

under the bed clearing the trauma
stories amplified spinning our heads.

No longer waiting for a master
to save us from our carefully painted

disaster-set, we summon our deep
wisdom in loving intention, feel into

the rhythm—don’t move if you’re not
called, there’s a unique dance for all

a brand new role, new lines,
we take over the stage

release our siblings from their cages
real and imagined, now we understand

we take a stand, focus upon a
different dreaming play, informing matter

as the old paradigm shatters.
We choose each step with care

we celebrate the way, dare
to come back into ourselves and praise

each stunning moment
of this brand new day.

 

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.

 

We Who Rise, Illumined

“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.”~William J. Casey

The new me emerges courageous
from the deep where we presence

our roots. In quiet, commonsense
reveals the fabrications false science

weaves to muffle innate knowledge
self-healing nature I acknowledge

we are divine
our brilliance shines

love sets us free
when we can dare to say:

I am holy.
As are we.

Inspired by: Express, Normal, Tagged, Elixir and Validate.

And by this poem by Rainer Marie Rilke:
The Blessing of Earth

God, every night is hard.
Always there are some awake,
who turn, turn, and do not find you.
Don’t you hear them crying out
as they go farther and farther down?
Surely you hear them weep; for they are weeping.

I seek you, because they are passing
right by my door. Whom should I turn to,
if not the one whose darkness
is darker than night, the only one
who keeps vigil with no candle,
and is not afraid—
the deep one, whose being I trust,
for it breaks through the earth into trees,
and rises,
when I bow my head,
faint as a fragrance
from the soil.

Grandma’s Advice

East of the sun, west of the moon

close your eyes:

Who do you love?

A pot of gold?

The ring of truth?

The way we work

where the wild things are

I hope you dance!

Ahwoooooooo!

Plant intelligence and the imaginal realm

the lost words

potentiate your DNA.

Grandma's Advice

Written for ‘s dversepoets prompt to write a book spine poem with these simple rules: 

  1. Go through your collection on books, and note the titles.
  2. Sort them so the titles form a poem.
  3. Take a photo of the books.
  4. Write down the poem.

 

 

Blushing Twilight

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.  Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.  And in the middle of Here and Now, don’t you think we might see each other once or twice?~Richard Bach

The cornershop is closed in these strange times
and so my after-dinner path follows the weleful rhymes

chanted to compose the vivid gloaming
chorus of frogs conduct the glowing

light, each tender note met by a sweet blush
the lake reflects enamoured flush

there is no distance in this art
we presence love with open heart

a sacred moment’s symphony
allow divine miracles’ flow over me

deep listening brings tears
glistening my cheeks in tiny pairs

and I am changed
priorities are rearranged

my world will never be the same.

Beyond The Obvious Path

The truth shall set you free.~John

Digging in the roots obscured
by words designed to mask
the utter lack of truth
we sleuths sift through
earplugs in the echo chambers
shrill and blasting: danger, danger,
don’t look here, stay back
in fear! I cannot hear
the fog of centuries of
propaganda penitentiaries
incarcerated nation now
a locked-down world
the bars of our cages
beliefs set out in stages
(our lineage is writhing
the remedy of tithing
now exposed) and to our woes
we see that we buy in
with our energy trying
to escape the yoke
we’re broke and in despair
until awake in open air
the shell has cracked
we take a step, like that
we see our joy intact.

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New Moon, New Seeds

Love is everywhere. It protects the very heart of our beings. So it’s all right. Everything’s all right and always has been.~Jane Roberts

We’re trained from birth, our very words
that’s bad, that’s good, we cling, survival

seems impossible from our arrival
we gasp in poisoned air, injected

when we least expect it in a crazy
world where toxins are called medicine

we must endure misguided doctors’
incessant quackery studying separate

cells to proclaim a discovery, another
name to cloak the reaction

to the putrefaction of air and soil
and drinking water, full-scale slaughter

in the name of greed and promulgated
by the fear-porn screed.

We sit alone, we’re trained, perceive no choice
lower our voice, and even so the angry

sons shun their insane mothers
all dialogue blocked with dangerous others

the truth a sauce our diets now
prohibit, our only eyes for lies

as they exhibit the visual clues
of this unhealthy news and yet

if we can set aside our certainty
that harm is looming, dooming, carelessly

and simply quiet, presto, the tempo changes
the heart of the matter rearranges

the score and more, we realize
the love nature displays, miracles

every day in every moment we connect
to source, we laugh, we hug,

we understand, of course,
there may be malice withal

there is a greater force.
We plant the seeds, we open hearts, we call.

 

Everything was all right, always had been all right, it had only been their own anxieties and doubts that ever made it all seem wrong. They were all couched and safe, forever secure, forever jubilant at the heart of their own beings. There was never anything to be afraid of, if only they trusted the great sweet security that forever held the vitality of their beings, for they were all truly splendid, a part of a loving universe that cradled them forever in a safety and love literally beyond all comprehension.~Jane Roberts

Fierce Narrative Shift

The hidden costs now fully leaved
and we can choose to believe

hundreds of thousands of years
life brimming close and vital

feeding each other with love survival
plain, we’re here, what changed

is only story. The one is the glory
and praise, divine nature’s call

here in my instrument I set my intent
if there’s one thing sweeping the globe

it’s control by fear, and I won’t host it here.
Every traumatized fragment will arise

that happens when you’re hypnotized
awake I commit to my song, to speak

when I perceive the wrong, embrace
the hidden places clamoring to steer

upon the rocks of misguided fear.
one thing to praise and love

awakens my desire to be a force
the divine law the source

outside we stride into the light
know in our hearts what is right

I’m here for this. Essential me. Please
add your voice in this time to rejoice.