Elucidation

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.

Inspired by Catrin Welz-Stein’s marvelous piece Summer-Dreaming. Check out the gallery of amazing artwork for some great inspiration.

Exchanging Our Essence

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.

All The World’s A Stage

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.

Purchasing Power

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.

How To Spell Sanctuary

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.

Imagine That!

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.

Create Now

“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.

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.

Daily Practice

“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!!

While The Blossoms Still Cling

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.