What Is Never Lost

A bluejay warns the grounded beings, shares
perspectives for those who heed suchlike: fierce
courageous singers in a key we can
not hear with ears. Cicadas thrum tympan

in waves of longing after thirteen years
inevitable to emerge ringing
of love and loudly proclaim fears faced proudly
in that cold dark sleep. In the deep

songs of living–and now sirens blare–include
what emerges. Claim this sunbeam, this beach
the lightly rocking swing. Sometimes I feel
the rhyme or meter sways and rocks the boat

A lone goose bleats. I tilt and set the swing
sideways. That kind of day. Alert. Awake.
The coffee tastes divine. Each being gives
and I receive, celebrate what I find.

Inspired by: Fierce, Inevitable and Beach.

What Feeds Us Now

Keep it simple, deal with the Now. This Global reset is training us to trust the Presence within, and New Earth dynamics of consistent alignment with highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter

How can I serve? Other than offering
mouthwatering cake in an ambience
designed to obliterate posturing.
Sit down, relax, at peace with common sense.

I can’t eat gluten. Sugar is my foe.
So what I’ll bake with patience, and dish up:
harmonic codes designed to feed the flow
of love, ringing. Just breathe right now. Link up.

Inspired by: Cake, Mouthwatering, Obliterate, Ambience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Link.

Written to hold space for the collective shadow work the human race is currently undergoing.

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.