Notes From The Dig

Alarms trill across treetops
interrupted swallows dive into my

awareness. In the distance 18-wheelers
thrum-ferry toilet paper and manufactured

food. We chew on cardboard, humble
and contrite in the shambles of

the billionaires’ leavings, resources
stripped. Do they eye our young hungrily?

No longer allowed outdoors lest we protest
in massive waves, perhaps new recruits

are being conceived to power
the military might in its last mad

scramble. There’s no rhyme. Dissent
is dangerous, they’ll lock you up.

I flex my superpower muscle
I don’t know

throw off the shackles of hope
create empowered grace.

Are you alive?
Thus you belong.

Your worth unquestioned.
Let’s turn together and face

our greatest fears lurking in the ruins
of our past beliefs alight in love’s bonfire.

A female swallow poses, chirrups
her enticement to the circling males.

I am now a statue, stunned from story.
Life wants to live

atwitter as sun gleams across water.
The evergreen, the blooming and the newly

budded coax slumbering oaks
to spring. We sing each other

praise now
exactly as it unfolds in ways

we cannot perceive, not today,
shifting under the weight

until our only choice is to dig
deep into the very roots of our being.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Lest, Contrite, Grace and Shambles.

Any opening

Here I am, to save the day!
Does my radiant smile sway?
Did I interrupt your terror
engine? You defend error
hands off when I get precise
and stand in question. Advice:
dig in the dirt to expose the roots
and the house of cards lets loose
shifting precarious
appearing nefarious.
My metaphors are bouncing
in your dissonance, trouncing
the diffidence. I aim
for any opening. No game.
Stress kills. Our coping
mechanisms with a daily onslaught
induce injury in ways that ought
not happen when we
embrace collectively.
Come on outside, let’s play.
Turn off the billionaires’ propaganda
machine and their greedy dream.
The nightmare recedes in the day
light of our awakening.
The eggshells of our former lives
are breaking. All around
there is the new sound.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Bounce, Precise, Engine, Hands and Radiant.

And this article by Sol Luckman (don’t miss the eye-opening video by Dr. Andrew Kaufman.)

To My Scottish Clanswoman

The Stewart clan motto: Courage grows strong at a wound.

Deep in my DNA you raise your sword
of fiery retribution and vengeance.

To battle, to the death! Triggered by
the bloody attack and ultimatums:

you do not belong and never have.
Do as I say or leave and never

come back. A spiteful vindictive
manchild with so much power

to hurt, to throw me out
is raging with terror. Yes, I see

it in you, my father, afraid
that death will come and grab

your breath—no ventilator for you,
old man. From your chair you lash

out at me, obviously
the cause of all your distress.

The fear porn you consume reaches
deep in our lineage, ancestors

cresting in a wave of trauma we’ve
called to surface. I sent an engraved

invitation to my own fierce warrior,
the one I’ve always judged, ashamed

by power that I’ve never claimed.
Good girls surely don’t bellow

bloodthirsty and yet, we hear.
I cower from your passion. I have

forgotten I agreed to come
and set you free. Remind me

again to embrace your wild
energy and bring you into

my coherent heart. This is
where we will start. Publish

the proclamations: my infrangible heart
is willing to host any ghosting.

These cruel tricks are no joke
wafting like smoke and still I breathe.

Inspired by: Ghosting, Infrangible, Publish, Trick and Joke.

Believe It Or Not

One ring to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them.~J.R.R. Tolkien

~We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men beings are created equal, that they we are endowed by their Creator our birth with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness…That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government.”~Declaration of Independence

Remember, each being plays a unique, remarkable and necessary part of life’s dance.

Without imaginary leaps, we gamble
our fortune, a single pedestrian bet.
We’re focused on the solution, we amble
toward the theory of everything, set
on an overriding solution: one powerful
God, one king, one person to tell us
what we lack. White and black allowable
until we’re live animals in a zoo
searching youtube for an instructor
not understanding we’re fucked there.
When we believe there’s one thing wrong
we call the enemy, we cut off each prong
that led us to pain and sorrow, death
looming a scary tomorrow. Fairytales
have trained our brains to blame
an “other,” dead father, evil stepmother.
The panic triggers fearful past trauma,
we’re caught in the gotta-escape drama
until
we make the choice to sing
in praise of now, our voices ring
in the only place we’re left
the space bereft until we call
our superpower, attention to the small
unlikely saviors, the moments
open wide. Enter now. Welcome home.

Inspired by: Gamble, Pedestrian, Zoo, Fortune and all the wise superheroes.  We got this!

Soundcloud recording here.

My Voice Creates

Be specific enough to go to the root.~Thomas Huebl

I’ve played this game before, the doctors scratching
heads bewildered, grab the constellation
of symptoms and a label, ratcheting
up the fear–there is no cure, but we
have drugs, and off we go, action-
packed, ready to do whatever it takes except
looking within to find the root.
We are compelled to make sense, to gather
disparate pieces and hide the dissonance
–we’ll call it vaping illness or I’ve got it
covid-19, use fear to isolate the willing
people. Don’t want to kill
your families? The only way is stay
away, like magic, primary resources
out of reach. How can you object?
Better safe than sorry. The economy’s
collapsed, we have a new war, this
mysterious virus that no one can test.
Our grief and agony leads to distraction.
Got any Netflix recs or can you share
your Hulu password? In reaction to
my pain contraction, triggered by the
rigged disinformation that passes
for elucidation, onslaught
I’m not buying in. Like the economy
I’m broke. Did I mention I’ve been
down this road before? It took me
years to ask for more,
to realize the doctors had no clue,
to understand I am compelled
bespelled, inquiry quelled
by my desire to be fixed
and make it quick. Go out for a pass
stay in the game, chasing power
and head-fakes, what cannot be tackled
outside. What we resist persists.
Now is the opportunity we’re granted
to turn our attention, we’ve ranted
and raged against the machine
listed all the overhauls we need
when all the while the symphony
embracing humanity’s plight
with sheer delight. Listen:
we laugh we scream we live
we die we breathe we choke
we dance we scheme.
Pull the curtain, now the wizard
is exposed, we know
deep in our hearts
this is no dream.
Wake up! Come into now.
Embody and allow
our shadows surprising
uprising, and we’ve this golden
chance to sit, welcome what is
if we can brave the waves
of fear we hold so dear.

Soundcloud recording here.

Written for Overhaul, Pass, Looking Within, Isolation and the Stream of Consciousness prompt Welcome.  Once again, the SOCS prompt never wants me to stop, leads me to places where my editing fingers plead, but that, my friends, is against the rules.  And we must all follow the rules.  

There is a free event today at 3:00 p.m. ET, a one-hour Zoom meeting with Thomas Huebl regarding the coronavirus.  You are warmly welcome to join me!

Fear Porn

Imagine a factory that turns out illusions, and these illusions are woven together to make up what we think the world is.~Jon Rappoport

My grandfather used to hold my hand, the one
the war-time president says I must keep distant
from my own grandchild, enforcing quietus
before I think to rebel, my revolution
simmering yet slowed by fear porn. You could
kill your grandparents with your breath!
Can you be responsible for their death?
It’s on your hands. Afraid we might carouse
like college students on the beach
drunk and careless, sunburned, heaped
with scorn by people who don’t blink
when Wall Street sucks up trillions
in corrupt and grotesque flailings
of the failing empire. I’m studying
seed packets, plotting what I’ll plant
between wheezes, the struggle never ceases–
how do I walk away from 5G, salvage
my nervous system from the relentless
pulsing? Meditating outside the matrix
I use this quiet moment
to create reality, no tricks:
dispel the hell that power feeds
the greed.
This moment now
contains all that I need.

Soundcloud Recording here.

Written in response to Quietus, Carouse, Salvage and Hold My Hand.

From These Trenches

Use this crisis as an opportunity to deepen your understanding of how profoundly interconnected we all are. Respond to it by upgrading the way you take care of yourself, the people you love, and our natural world.~Rob Breszny

Today at four we’ll send more
blessings to the ones on the front
lines at grocery stores clean
the homeless and the poor
hospital workers in their useless
gear. Our fear outweighs sense,
handing over all our power
a patriot act—we’ve done this
before, hyped like a tiny
unprotected child to run around
in panic when we should be
dancing. Finally we see the evil
of economic sanctions—only a taste
barely perceived in our great waste.
The media drums nasty vibes
of China, focused on blame
so we don’t name
government-subsidized capitalism
is corporate socialism.
Assange who published the truth
locked in a prison languishing.
All of this anguish is getting hard
to hold. We’ve gotta open up our
hearts in connected space.
Bold step. This is the chance to level up
the human race. All the collective
trauma hidden rises up. We face
our greatest fears. Uncomfortably
settled on the bones of innocents.
In tears, we look at where our
money’s spent. So many fakes
and tricks, and as this is the
day of limericks, mine goes like so:
There once was a woman of peace
who shipped a moment’s relief:
just be one with the fear
though it might feel queer
when asked, reveal your receipts.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by Ship, Child, Limerick and Clean.

At 4:00 p.m. ET today, we’re all invited to sit in meditation for 45 minutes and direct blessings to healthcare workers in what Thomas Huebl calls the download meditation (participants globally join in.)

Featured image taken in Seoul, South Korea at the Jogyesa Temple is a 450-year-old Chinese scholar tree.  May each of us visit an ancient tree today (commune with this one if you’re in lockdown)!

Also here’s an invitation to join in a free Thomas Huebl-led collective response to the pandemic by Zoom this Saturday.