Love’s Freedom Codes

Be sure to unplug from the scramble of narratives often; it literally interferes with your coherence…Only empower the thoughts, words, actions and feelings you desire to see manifested.~Sandra Walter

Imagine with no restraints, release each
misperception society’s imposed
the muck and drama to the roots exposed
collective trauma symptoms rise and teach

a wave must break upon the shore. Grackles
now enter this stanza with a scold aimed
at my crude philosophizing cackles
the world goes by, by habit join the game

Unplug! Don’t watch these systems burn; you’ll choke
on ashes, mourn the failing gadgets, flee
freedom, seek the old familiar yoke.
See with your heart, reclaim reality!

Laid off and disempowered how can we
regain our feet, the food we eat revolved
on lack and greed—these old beliefs dissolve.
What’s real—what I call love—emerges free.

Inspired by: Layoff, and Gadget

Create Joy Now

When the web went down, we here poised, sticky
balance, supplied and surprised by the joy
of release. We invented games, tricky
and hilarious, collapsing, a toy

shooting out of the water into air.
Has the sky ever been so blue, the clouds
so white, the sun so golden? How we fare
in this halcyon day to play unbowed!

I am receiving, my heart full and clear.
I’m finding common ground, writing fables.
Figurative or literal, we’re here
with weighted words perceived as we’re able

so let’s not fight, can we agree: we’re made
in love? Can we create right now, our hearts
open and true? Forget how we’ve been played,
what we were sure we knew. We’re at the start!

How we enjoy each other when we see
we’ve landed in karmic reality
in our rush to be on planet right now
as the walls come quite abruptly crashing ’round.

Find Common Ground

All around me, people watch the burning
called by each old twisted fragment flame-lit
behavior choosing sides, reaching, yearning
for change yet stuck, mired in the same shit.

The illusion of individuality like a mask
in the divide and conquer game, we’re played
like pawns. We’re all connected and we’re tasked
with one specific song to sing today.

A bullfrog croaks just as the sprinklers hiss
on bark the sun blesses before the storm.
I’m taking respite in a zone of peace
while the old systems crash, collapse and harm

the young like waving branches in these gusts
carried by passionate agility.
They think me gelid. As I praise love thrusts
while fear seeks symptom’s culpability.

Can you see the strong trunk and the deep roots?
We hold. Believe nothing is as it seems.
Create reality. Choose words to suit
our highest trajectory–rise from dreams!

Inspired by: Zone, Gelid, Behavior and Respite.

The Power of Now

Oh, how I begrudge this mosquito
its drop of sacrificial blood.
Resistance is futile, and stirs the flow
nonstop fear, that ancient come-hither.

Dark hungry sides respond, require
reclamation, resolution, revolution.
Kindwhile the narrative shifts just
a second late, clumsy with the jolt

surprised AI receives when love
shines as pure and simple change.
In play, this four-year-old inspires
me to live in the light, accessing

knowledge with ease as the collective
libraries release secrets written deep
inside ourselves. Afar, the windbag spouting
fairytales laced with dopamine bursts

loses luster in the crystalline
truth. I open new eyes
and everything is rainbow, rainbow,
rainbow! My creation in this lovely

place speaks fierce kindness
judges not and listens, silent, alight.
I come at the great awakening.
I am here from choice and divine

guidance. There are words only I
can sing and steps I alone can take.
This world is mine, I claim and vow
to wake with joy and delight and

awash in intentions aimed
for the highest
trajectory, beyond
any tale ever told.

Inspired by: Futile, Inspire, Begrudge and Windbag.

A Matter of Time

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes/the only throb she gives/is when some heart, indignant, breaks/to show that still she lives.~Thomas Moore.

(Wo)men, who their duties know but know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, prevent the long-aimed blow and crush the tyrant while they rend the chain.~Sir William Jones

Robed in the sable garb of woe/with haggard eye, the poet stood.~Thomas Gray, 1755.

How can we have faith in freedom wrapped in
lies, a quilt sewn with intent, we’re trapped in
skies chem-trailed and electrified, zapped in
every wavelength, satellites are mapped in

this unholy grid, the long-term aim seems
to be annihilation of our dreams.
Be strong, do not vacate your heart, these streams
of love trump all, the pinnacle sun beams

disruption of every nefarious
plot, we ought not despair, the various
fears and rage fuel evil: precarious
hold is lost when we embrace. Carry us

into the new earth emerging so clear
crystalline being now the truth, my dear:
we’ve ever been free, we stand now and cheer
the calendar’s been tossed, we’re finally here.

Inspired by: Vacate, Quilt, DisruptionPinnacle and finding this morning my old cherished first edition One Thousand Gems of Genius in Poetry and Art by the Kings and Queens of Thought, by Frederick Saunders, published 1889.  

Through The Layers

Nothing is as it seems.  This shopping list
is also a poem. The words glide colorful
butterflies. A rainbow in the rear view
mirror settles in a cove: turn around
though past magic cannot be found. Feelings
arise in our rooted instrument, fine-
tuned, we ground into our mother earth.  Truth
is, we’re songs: harmonics ringing in the
sun, this glorious light, our life bestowed
oblivious or wise, be humble. Give
the best you are and let your power thrum.

Inspired by: Cove, Bestow, Rear View Mirror, Glide and contributions from my 4-year-old grandson who also gave the prompts: butterfly, colorful, rainbow and the assertion that his shopping list for spaceship materials is also a poem.

Approaching Lavender

“If you’d like to try your hand at understanding lavender, then you must be very sure that life is not a game.~Gordon Lightfoot

I’m not interested in yonder trigger
manipulated to feel avarice
a power grab comes up empty; I’ve lost
all the things. What remains, what I cherish
and hold high sings focus, energy, pure
insightful creativity. How may
I be of service? In nature under
trees, I plant medicinal herbs, fragrant
flowers to delight the eyes, lure butterflies
shifting the tale beyond all words, I
reach into the ether where your boundaries
are a game, play on in the world whirled and
tossed by insurgent aims, you fight yourself
while I maintain divine neutrality
calm, joyful where you’ve already joined me.

Inspired by: Yonder, Cherish, Insurgent and Avarice.

Anything Is Possible

We explore subconscious with tenderness
to begin cognizant of wilderness
interior, we claim these feelings rush
–no poke and post, accuse–with rigorous

logic we nail down the primal essence
no reason to react, we give presence
to those triggered by fear, so powerless
unable to see rejuvenescence

our conscience awakes, insight streams like light
the narrative flips, what looked wrong or right
emerges, necessary steps for growth
the planet hums vibratory preflight

Open to love, imagination soars
we claim each evil deed, we hear the roars
all of our shadows long abhorred arise
we look into each others’ eyes, clear doors.

Inspired by Begin, Wilderness, Cognizant, Conscience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “nail”.  

Featured image: my grandson brought some old monster/soldiers to play with, and I told him I didn’t like their energy.  So he got out the crystals and cleaned them.  

Behold, Rejoice!

In the sky love we set vibrating high
mourning doves build a nest; he offers dry
frail branches; responsible construction
is her task, sitting backward as he flies

in and out, solicitous creation
how we embrace new life! The ascension
of the planet like hearts swelling surprise
revealing each false alienation

welcome, necessary voice, so unique
your place demanded by the ones who speak
unity, spiral path co-creation
all that we humbly offer, all we seek

awaits inside, be still, behold, rejoice!
The old’s collapsing with each joyous voice!
The rotted core cannot hold as we rise
loving what emerges exercise choice

Inspired by: Alienate, Backward and Responsible and the nesting mates by my front porch. Featured image courtesy of Chris Wray, found here.

Here Are Your Miracles

In the place of deep listening stars sing
our brilliance exults joy octave-waves ring
what do I miss in my habitual
cocooning in a chrysalis I cling

until today I release finally free
emerging in the miracles wholly
—if you’ve been praying for them, here they are:
nestlings, hatchlings, fiercely protected, see

the lakeshore brimming intentional streams
watched and warmed, warning intruders these teams
in endless flights feed open demanding
come to vibrant life manifested dreams

Hold this space of possible. Touch unknown
improbable enter plain hearts of stone
Deep inside power emerges beyond
the layered false world-stage that’s cracking. Own

your essential voice, your sovereignty. We
are born in this moment, each sacred key
alive and vibrant in our waking thrill
as mysteries reveal how love agrees.