Ah, don’t turn away
this garrulous sky and I cacophony honking gaggle of geese startled by swallows moving in and out of waves of sound or thoughts winging diaphonous. As leaves listen greenly delicate clouds blush. The veils dissolve outside in thresholds I bring the light. My secret messages cannot be read– perhaps eaten or smoked like magic or a cosmic joke. Who seeks my energy, so fine and fierce alas to no avail? My sacred vessel has no door opening the way unfettered out of your range, here I am unreachable uncaged.
Catrin Welz-Stein’s marvelous piece Summer-Dreaming. Check out the gallery of amazing artwork for some great inspiration.
The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Doleful and irate in mainstream-mangled
illusions, we’re taught separation. Breath trades: you take in mine, gift yours, entangled living beings pretending ghastly death,
children at play, imagination strong.
Today we heed the timely call of past into the light. Exchanging air so long we have forgotten we are fractals tasked
to circulate our stream. We dream rescue,
seek heroes, put on masks and hoard our flow, the very way to block our powers true. Awakened, we project, our breaths bestow
Inspired by: Doleful, Timely, Entangle and Ruminate.
The West symbolizes the moving of ignorance to wisdom. Sometimes called the “little death”, West asks us to put away our childish ways and evolve to become our most sage ‘self’.~Spirit Animals.
With all this din, suppose you get a word
in, a zephyr wind exposing terrain hidden in plain sight, an insistent bird in leafy branches. Evidence you’re sane
when suddenly exposed: the world’s a stage.
Did you forget? Laugh at the cosmic joke with people so lost in their roles, enraged and triggered, spinning in somebody’s smoke
and mirrors. Now see what the lights reveal—
—we blink, perplexed. A moment’s pause and when the theater is clear—the truth, what’s real. Our hearts on fire, our souls take up the pen.
Inspired by: Suppose, Terrain, Din and Zephyr.
Brilliant light reveals our rusty cages.
We pause, aghast, exhausted dark fumbles for a key. Persnickety. The sages foretold our slavery. Our rage rumbles
as the current lies sweep us, a great flux
we fight. Chained junkyard dogs, one measly bone. Driven inside, isolated. The crux is power. As we step into our own,
the cruel elites’ imaginary
holds collapse. Helpless and bespelled, did we pay for our own misery? Energy reclaimed, create a new cosmology.
Inspired by: Persnickety, Flux, Exhausted and Cage.
In the morning, tears flood the gates, spill slow
fat trickles I dash away. All is not right in the world. I host all I still know in the only sanctuary I’ve got.
Overnight it seems things change. Tolerance
for my constant singing—oh, the lyrics that emerge unbidden, awesome breakdance of joy—vanishes. Annoyed, my critics.
We long to be loved, adopt a pious
role—just look how good we are, surely we deserve a drop of manna! Fly us to a heavenly place, bristle purely
righteous. Despite obnoxious masterminding
blinding art’s true powers, create space when grief arises. The gift is finding lonely places just where we lost our way.
Inspired by: Pious, Obnoxious, Awesome and Bristle and this photo which became the feature image collage with four different filters.
Imagination is the often-forgotten force in the core of the human being. Our problems, at the core, exist only because we have “misplaced an infinity.”~Jon Rappoport*
Sharp September early wrapped in fleece
I remember waiting for the sun. At peace, eclectic ways to feel into
electric body riveting, pivoting
now, well met, fast-moving clouds! My travail allows inspection of the golden-gleamed horizon. Sipping coffee slow and warm my morning bluejays warn poignant and pointed. Even serenity is a star poking into absurd totalitarian measures. I don’t partake. That brand of Koolaid just tastes fake. I see the stain all around your panicked eyes, gone: smiles or frowns.
Succumb and lose identity, masked
and frail, breath denied. Sometimes it seems a dream. I thought there were many more alive, but I see drones apologetic and rueful, cowed, reading posted rules. Now what’s allowed? I remember waiting for the light in months like these. Now I simply bring myself, sovereign alive sparking love and curiosity. There’s no masked stranger staring in my mirror. Look at me model how common sense walks the world. Freely breathe. I don’t always have to rhyme. Sun now appears and I step out of time.
Inspired by: Serenity, Riveting, Eclectic, Travail and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Sharp and Exit From The Matrix*, a life-changing imagination course by Jon Rappoport that I highly, highly recommend.
“As we enter September, another reality-shifting month in this transformative year, please stay focused on highest outcomes. Apply creative solutions to everything which presents on your path.”~Sandra Walter
“Imagination goes anywhere you want it to, and in the process, you discover ideas and realms and dimensions and power that would otherwise have remained invisible to the end of time. This is the natural state of affairs. Everything else is programming.”~Jon Rappoport
A sudden glitch in the matrix reveals
my superpowers. As I demonstrate creative realms, inventing on the heels of your chance speech, stupendous revelations sparkle our plates. More than a hundred –these days, who’s counting? You’re imaginating as well and more: as true contagion spreads yesterday’s ideas of dread clear. Being expansive as wizards, our creations bump, jostle and collide. Pop some bubbles joy cascades. Create now in amazement. Limitless freedom dissipates troubles.
Inspired by: Stupendous, Glitch, Speech, Demonstrate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt more than a hundred.
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.
“We have reached inside ourselves to grasp incredible glimpses of our own POWER TO INVENT and choose.” ~Jon Rappoport
The onerous chains I’ve created since
waking on the earthship are nothing to dismantle. In a blink of awareness my superpowers flex. It’s something to celebrate, the way the narrative shifts reveal a glitch and we’re all free. Although the matrix is insistent, insight lifts us out. Our bodies vacant, minds in thrall by authority voiced with lights and sounds a casino trance and I dance in, Hey, any living beings wanna play? Ground in nature, let old stories dissipate. You protest: Don’t you see what’s going on? Out to the streets or derisive tweets, we must demand the slave owners growing on our efforts pay us more! Fueling elites the only game in town. And be still. Imagine limitless. Respect instinct that pulls you to the sun where you can heal discarding old beliefs that, frankly, stink.
Inspired by: Instinct, Nothing, Onerous and Protest.
Unimpressed with the /verse option on the onerous new WordPress block editor. Can anyone share a way to create line breaks for poems, and also be able to choose fonts–on the freebie version? Update: I did the shift return and created my own line breaks and am happier with this font. Thanks for the advice!!
Today sitting with a soupçon of hope
the kind that wraps around like smoke designed to bypass all the doors I’ve firmly closed, I glimpse into present. Now is just fine
so why do I worry and project doom?
Scare tactics I created to survive come crashing down. Good riddance. I make room for new insights upon which I will thrive.
Listen, as all the old systems crumble,
detox, deterge, release. Weep if you must. Illusions we’ve anchored life on tumble leaving us free. Imagine limitless.
Inspired by: . Deterge, Design, Survive and Soupçon
Featured image is a Rose of Sharon juxtaposing old withered petals, new vibrant blooms and bursting red buds. How nature brings the exact lesson I need!
Title is from a folk song I still love to play and sing: Today by Randy Sparks.