Drink Plenty of Water

“…somehow the homeopathic medicine contains an energy signature that causes a deep change in the body. As if information were being transmitted.”~Jon Rappoport

In the expanding now it is possible to receive-absorb the transmission, delicate and precise, offered in deep awareness.~Victoria Stuart

I’m downloading a healing stream, intense
deliberate wash.  Toxins awakened 
like pouting children from a nap dispense
antipathy—don’t touch.  I’ve mistaken

reality (quixotic magical 
powers) for past creations (artifacts
and trophies gathering dust).  Actual
transmission, living energy, is fact

hidden in plain sight.  I ground and center
unperturbed by the distortions in my
field.  A hawk soars hovering uncensored
messages received.  Torsions realign.

Inspired by: Unperturbed, Antipathy, Quixotic and Trophy.

Featured image: Polygonum hydropower persicaria, Lady’s Thumb, Smartweed or Arsesmart offering healing energies–free and abundant–along the garden walk this morning.

Permission To Proceed

To be aware of the silence can become pain for earthly [wo]man. But in the deepening silence there grows and ripens what [wo]man speaks to the stars.~Rudolf Steiner

In these starlit skies I watch the darkness
teeming, boiling to refine all that shapes
me as a woman.  My past a stark mess
dreaming, toiling to define what escapes

my filters.  We are trained quite brutally
not to see, to tell lies, yet still knowing
our sacred container beautifully
transmutes—frugal and precise winnowing—

turning the bruises into works of art.
My pure intentions keep me breathing here
Just like a birth, these are labor pains, heart
strong, I gasp and I surrender.  All clear.

Inspired by: Watch, Refine, Darkness, Frugal and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: Container.

Being Strong Today

Walk away from reinforcing the spells of the old illusion with your words, attention, thoughts, and especially your emotions.~Sandra Walter

I meticulously open places
of distortion in the torsion rivers
obstacles I’ve noticed avoid grace’s
flow, block my juices.  These eerie shivers

when I read apocryphal signposts, “move
along, nothing is buried here”
—childish
scrawls in hieroglyphs congruous behoove
my scrutiny.  I aim to free wildish

energy, elucidate what’s rooted
in ice-bound fjords, intense emotions
strategic intelligence once muted.
I’m heat, intentional thaw in motion.

Inspired by: Juice, Apocryphal, Congruous, Elucidate and Eerie. And the astoundingly powerfully life-changing work of Sol Luckman in the Elucidation activation.

Unspeakable

How do we reconcile perfidious
deeds that tainted our childhoods, toxic drench
alcoholic fumbles too hideous
to bear? Credibility now entrenched

in the lies repeated like lullabyes
until I’m here tongue-tied. A wise woman
holding an abused child who feels goodbyes
are her only way, slipping out, pulling

the stress of reality’s twisted mess–
testament to her brilliance. Frustration
eats away all hope. Strong now, I confess
loudly, for silence quenches creation.

Inspired by: Frustration, Reconcile and Perfidious and so many deeply traumatic events emerging to be healed.

Choose This Now

Feel the city breakin’
And everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.~Barry and Maurice Gibb

I’m outside blessed by beams of sun prayers
flinging new narrative.  How can I stay
the course?  I choose this now to be daring,
indiscreet, exposing lies any way

I can, but man, indigence is so tough
dealing with displaced stuff.  Nowhere to go
and who would have me? I don’t fit enough.
Can’t watch TV, how blatant hoaxes sold.

Behind the fence strange men chainsawing trees.
Indistinct shouts. Ominous creaks.  A ray
of gold illuminates my face.  I see
visions, crystalline hunches.  Truths I say

reworded by the helpful.  My welcome
wearing thin.  This strong gust.  That falling branch.
The snapping crunch.  A wasp.  I squint and hum
into dissonance.  Precise circumstance

so fraught with layered meanings, I must rise
to worlds beyond this homelessness and see
I’m unencumbered.  New senses surprise
turmoil incessant.  Shadows coming free.

Inspired by: Turmoil, Incessant and Stay.

Grackles Yawp

In the morning August flexes muscles
heated and sure with a riffling breeze
teasing the clinging leaves.  They will hustle
in the fall, but right now they burn.  The bees

are busy, penetrating drowsy blooms.
Grackles yawp and whistle staking treetops
as cicadas join the connection.  Rooms
of realities rest lightly non-stop

infinite, open my heart’s convictions.
All the rainbows my childish eyes perceived
are back in town.  I’ve loosened restrictions
—namecalling nerd closed parts of me, conceived

protective cages I no longer need.
The timeline shifts, I shower love and signs
upon that younger self of mine, stronger
now, imagining free, sacred, aligned.

Inspired by: Rainbow, Connection, Nerd and Yawp.

What Is Mine

Therefore I tell you: whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it and it will be yours.” Mark 11:24.

Somewhere nearby cicada-raised chorus
informs my being.  Now I receive
centered in the certain magnetic
presence deep in my core.  Released,

the frantic songs I composed panicked
when the cycle of abuse seemed to
repudiate love.  Laughing as the old
thin narrative of lack explodes in joy.

Worries cast aside, tumbling in the surf
while I swim far beyond the horizon
where inspiration dazzles shining and
bright with a child’s sweet innocence.

I ride the wisdom waves, recognize
the constant current that carries me
just here, choosing love each step,
receptive, overflowing as make-believe

obstacles emerge into the light and clear.

Inspired by: Repudiate, Cycle and Somewhere.

How We Matter

Now I see myself as I am
Feeling very free
Life is everything
Ooh it’s meant to be~James Pankow

For the first time last night I grilled chicken
juicy, delicious, served atop charred heart
of romaine. Here no longer sickening
as the world collapses. My brand new start

in the formula of quiet love: feel
precisely into each emotion, shout
and scream when moved, it’s not a silent deal.
I simply ground and center, inside out.

And joy replaces all the fear. It’s who
I am. Alive and thriving. I’ve survived
a decade of losing excrescence. Truth
is I’ve found I matter creating live.

Inspired by: Formula, Quiet  and Excrescence.

And this amazing cover of Chicago’s I’ve Been Searching For So Long by Leonid and friends.

What We Call The World

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world. ~Robert M. Pirsig

I open to this new experience
though I feel fear. That’s just an artifact
from ruins. The sun’s intense, convinces
me to stay in love despite your intractable

stance, your clamoring–I project
this all so I can see you’re mirroring
what I once named toxic. Now I respect
what’s real when our triggers commence roaring.

Isn’t this life wild? Riding our passions
leads us to flow. We sing in joy and praise
the true foundation of our compassion
when we cease fighting and enjoy our days.

Nights we spend pondering constellations.
Planets hang low, the waxing moon unites
focused love. Put down the sky app. Listen
to harmony above.  Allow delights.