Enjoy The Ride

My masterpiece reveals full-blown

like a peony shrub I’d forgotten–

lost in my story of agony, blind

until this moment of fragrant

blossoming exuberance, breathtaking,

insistent.  Wake up!

stripped of all meaning, simple

call to truth.

Here I fly, a surprised swallow.

I’m singing from each branch

this symphony

sometimes a low chitter

and my high trill.

I am a bug landing on this crisp

white page.  I squash myself

in reflexive horror,

wipe my guts in a smear.

Everything exactly as it is.

I’m hammering something

down the block, I’m throbbing

my metallic silver body through

my blue sky, a woman

struggling to maintain

a foothold, scribbling madly

as if to observe is important.

Poetry is wanting.

To share, to glimpse

myself–I have never peered

into my own eyes, which may

not exist.  I fumble for the words

which can only befuddle

and confound, an escort

away from essential.

Cascading brilliantly in tune,

our song tiny and sweet yet

magnificent as the multiverse,

I lift my voice,

join the love-fest.

The nightmare thrashes sleepers

as I sit in this calm space.

Why not create drama?

Why not have a little fun?

Be horrified and frightened,

enjoy the emotional rollercoaster:

sweet exhilaration, pounding

heart and sweat.  Swept away

forgetting the key

each breath the exact

respiration the planet desires.

I’ll hold you through the dark

and you hold me,

celebrating being

unfathomable we.

 

Inspired by: Breathtaking.

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Act Now!

My inbox offers promise

healing from the astral plane

with substantial discounts if

I act now.  The suggested

speed on the road of progress

is full-tilt, pedal down, go

to the pay here button, click

to release the miracles.

We’re all hurting and in need

of a wiser, gentler force

to move us from the rutted

path of fear.  And so I’m here

to offer nesting birds and

flowering trees at no cost,

included in the package

marked life outside the box.

Inspired by: Road, Speed, Substantial and Astral.

California Bound

I’m FaceTiming Redwoods

with a roost of white egrets

barking whenever common sense

leaks out of me–word or

thought–we’re so attuned.

Like that, I tumble into

this luscious field of living

wisdom from the misery

I’d inhabited all day,

all week, all month,

all year, god all my life

in arrears — this young

dramatic place so tight

I cannot breathe.  Hope

denied, a suitable space

for gaslighting, and it begins

again until I spring up,

anew with my fierce no!

Did you just say

the fury is flaming my glorious

eyes and you can’t take

me breathless, amazed

by your brutal lies.

I’m holding that child

and we’re strong at last,

the air cool and clean.

Shoulders back, head high,

my darling, we’re outta here.

Inspired by: Anew, Arrears, Suitable and Luscious.

True Value

I am so tired of wording

while I wait for the world

to participate in the turnover

embracing the new narrative.

And then this precise

child on this exact

cold overcast day

solemnly offers a paintbrush

dripping purple.  Wordless, I

open my hand to change.

Inspired by: Turnover, Wait, Participate and World.

Through This Laund Anon

“I know you.  You are a magnificent divine being who thirsts to express that divinity in service.  You, like me, want to apply your gifts toward the creation of a more beautiful world.” ~ Charles Eisenstein, The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible.

On the upside, this signifies

every little idiosyncrasy

is absolute proof

of your magnificence.

I believe you

and I can stretch

beyond the old words

in the tired stories

that pivot on our solitary

stance.  I’ve been sinking

in the swamp and casting

blame like a lure.

Save me.  I’m out

of time.  When

can I call

your true name —

the one that can never be

spoken?  Your changing brilliance

like star flickers

through another narrow

narrative that folds us

into tiny meaningless pieces.

Disconnect.  Alone.

You float past me

a galaxy of being

and I’m stunned

and inspired, singing wordless

praise as we trace

the intersecting filaments

of our intertwining

nervous systems connected

beyond all logic

as the new story reveals.

 

 

Inspired by: Idiosyncrasy, Absolute, Upside and Stretch.

Check, Please

They’re gaming the system

with pride, even as they

obediently take their prescriptions

for anxiety, pain, inflammation,

sleeplessness, heartache.

Playing poker in the lobby

with bonhomie, impressed

that they are making a scene.

Everybody loves us, they proclaim

to the people who know them

best.  I don’t ante up.

I am a harbinger

although my despair in this cold

slow spring questions my value

lost like a whispered no

in the thundering arena

where slaves face

the gladiators’ poisons.

I need you to remind me.

I call out to awaken

you, we, us, what is true

trembling on the edge

of disaster.  I’m naked, unarmed

facing the chain-mailed monster

fueled by my fury.

My fury his fuel.

All throughout the multiverse

beings are singing

witness

to our experience

of each lonely corner

of separation.  This nightmare

tale of hunger, our food

plastic replicas of far-off

nutrition no longer available.

Was it ever?  The screens flicker

with yesterday’s trance-tales

but in front of us, the pavement

is rutted, gaping sinkholes

of decay.  I dedicate myself

to illogical unreason,

a misfit creating new myths,

forsaking the shores

of mainstream with its neon

enticements.  My hunger

shifts me

from the groaning

table, abruptly

leaving this meal

untouched

following the new

scent like hope

in the darkness.

 

Inspired by Value, Spring, Harbinger, Dedicate and this poem by Caitlin Johnstone, One Rebel.

Change of Tack

Winter knocked the wind

out of my sails, frozen

in this bay with no power

and no justice.  Come thaw,

I will set out once again

like these migrating ducks.

How many lands have

my ancestors shuffled through,

eking, aching hearts,

dreams to glide

to prosperity 

or at least

fairness?

Indigenous to a mysterious

past, far back beyond

what’s remembered.

Stranger here

and the earth is muttering

darkly with the disrespected

bones we feel

in this thick air.

We open to the despair,

the only bridge

to hope

that tiny glimmer.

Every intuitive leap

brings us closer

to the edge

of change

like spring,

that long-awaited miracle

palpable

rising.

Inspired by Justice, Power, Thaw and Sail.

Fertile Soil

Deep in the territory of despair

I find a tiny grain

of hope-seed.

I pause in my diurnal practices

directing the flow of chi

before sitting in stillness.

Even this action of folding

the map away

is a heart-sight opening.

I have been amending

this very soil

where I’m rooted.

Last year’s skeletons crackling

white reminders

to plant differently.

Seeking manure

‘cause shit’s gotta change.

I am rotating

to nourish

what feeds us all.

Pulling out the old

beliefs in the separation,

tinder for the burnpile.

Going up in flames

along with the sketches

on the papers

indicating here be dragons.

I sow treasure

invisible and minuscule

in your eyes,

yet tickling a

necessary earthquake

we create this new terrene.

Inspired by Action, Treasure, Opening and Diurnal.