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.

Simply Put

How can I speak into cranky fear
simply, leaving the prolix soapbox?
Our awakening is unpredictable;
the AI masters gnash their teeth, perplexed.
Look into the fire in the sky,

dig fingers deep into our earth
mother running through our songs.
We breathe a symphony. As we assemble
onstage, so many sleepwalkers wander
out of tune. What joy as they rouse.

Fighting the cancerous cells, labeling
psychopaths in corrupt old systems
ancient and disintegrating in our light
feeds that dying flame, the silly
illusion of separation. No more!

That song has left the galaxy.
We hold space in the flowing ether
of unity. On the front porch,
a hummingbird hovers by the new feeder,
testing my intention. Love and service

even to these frazzled, triggered ones
plugged into the false web
just a song away from true harmonics
as we reconnect to the light
we are, allowing source

again and again, receptive, letting
go of judgment and arrogance because
we don’t know this immensity.
Welcome ourselves as we turn
into the music of now: awake, alight, aware.

Inspired by:  Cranky, Fire in the sky, Unpredictable and Prolix.  Featured image by Linda Stuart capturing a moment of me doing my favorite thing in the world.

Truth Is

The possibilities I envision–
untethered to a past–through a gleaming
gate streaming in starlit precision
now that I’m not diminutive, afraid

and powerless.  A paragon at last
I can leave the choosers to writhe inside
their choices–unjudging, I ascend fast
my own way awake. Place Gaia first, wide

serving humbly and astounded to clean
with that old healing formula pure love-
intention. We are reeling in mistaken
perception, our frequency hums above

misconceptions.  In crystalline truth, feel
the ethers, like a rippling sea, and we,
antennae of celebration, can heal
with respect.  Each measured step, oh, aim me

in my highest trajectory. We can
not flee our roots; we only touch the sky
on this spaceship our mother earth. Seek and
speak what’s true for you: it’s time now to fly.

Inspired by Celebration, Diminutive, Paragon and Afraid.

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.  

Before Dawn’s Light

I got no zz’s last night
struggling with breath.
I blamed it on the sizzling sun
at the near-solstice, my soles
and palms radiating ungrounded heat
yet when I woke, I stood
in dizzying smoke oozing
from open windows. This city life
is a puzzle, fresh air fizzles
in a blink. So here I am pensive
at five a.m., quizzical and cloistered
in manufactured coolness.

Dazzled by the earth in her galactic
razzmatazz. Starstruck.

My new bamboozled and bumfuzzled
neighbors unmuzzled in their fuzzy
factoids inflict their nonsense scolding
like Nazis. They’ve forgotten history.

I keep aiming for the highest trajectory.
Fascists keep struggling to suppress
the dizzying truth: we’re all
intertwined–as every single fire
we light illuminates simply.

Ah, hear that single voice?
Greeting the invisible inevitable dawn.
Let me emulate this song sparrow
let go of all that jazz and sing
one sweet confident trill
to praise what the sky promises.

Join me.  The light will show the way.

Inspired by: Cloistered, Pensive, Inflict and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to write a post with words containing zz.

Dream The New

Our future calls us into now where we create miracles.

My grandson wants to build a spaceship; he’s
dictated a list of supplies for ease
in construction. He’s been talking all week
about his newly inspired desire. Bring
me your impossible ideas, please
create the improbable. Run and seek
the stars to illuminate the slime, green
and glowing, meaning zilch to what’s been seen.
It costs a pittance in the world that’s been
to shine with power and imagine when
the world’s aflame. We’re asked to honor dreams.
Remember, none of this is what it seems.

Inspired by Slime, Zilch, Newly and Pittance.

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.

Judge Not Lest

Honor myriad distinctions of each
necessary voice, apt I now teach
allegiance to the one who has no name
beyond political religions preach

I’ve jumped into judgment, swan dives into
duality, polarized black and blue
from the beatings I inflict on myself
swallowing the bait once more. My aim true

you’re me, sacred fractals divinity
bursting alive to know complexity
in its simplicity unveiled. Quiet
allows what looks through me. Humility

embraced, I see my face, sweet longing
for a taste. Merging with love’s belonging.
Eyes on the now! The planet shifts and quakes
atremble, full of graceful beings thronging.

Inspired by Honor, Distinction, Apt and Allegiance.

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.

The Deal Of Your Life

In the world where blather blooms innuendo’s
sly invites: investigate these lies!

I invest my currency not in an
asp clutched to my bosom. Instead I pay

each morning fully stepping into love
as the sun literally explodes huge

burning flash into sun-gazing eyes.
I ground the power filling with bliss.

It comes to this: a choice to fear or change.
Leap off the seeming precipice–all lies

the old collapses. I only have eyes
for this new earth we are creating nigh

improbable rising from the rubble
new soil transmuting. We are on the rise

I’m deep in being looking through God’s eyes
and in your tenderness I see God looks

at me. How did these separation stories
ever fly? When did we dread to die?

The brilliance as each moment unfolds how
love leads the way. It’s easy. Show me now.

Inspired by: Bloom, Blather, Bosom and Innuendo. And by sheer bliss as I turn away from watching the mesmerizing fall of the old structures and focus fully on creation.