Pause at the brink. This yawning door requires
quiet poise. Bluejay warns. We scan dapples.
Bobbled green tomato drops. Catch! Squirrel
chatters, scatters and the chase to grapple
ensues. Slippery deck, dog’s nails skitter.
Some raincloud funneled fury just here, the
grass is bone-dry. My bones crystal glitter
under sun’s fierce gaze. How I trust clearly
this opening, diving like a bird with
widespread pinions catching unforeseen updrafts.
I’ve crashed before. Steering wild worlds with
strange ideas and praise. Oh, hearts, dream up
beyond your ridicule and laughs my flights
of fancy trigger. Hard to predict safe
landing just as these raving crowds ignite
in discontent. So I sing: Wake now! Wake!
into the din. I’m laying down a track
we’ve known since ancient times. We still
tune in, we improvise. I’ve got your back
as our true music rises up and spills.
Inspired by: Catch, Bobble, Trust and Pinion.
A rabbit’s munching clover, ears alert.
The weeds have spread to cover all the dirt.
Deep in the dark, tears trickled down my cheek.
I embraced sorrow, these feelings I seek.
No longer moody, filled with angst, these days
I step into the flow and ride the waves.
And when they’ve passed, I find I liberate
what I construed as iron bars, a cage
of my own creation, limitations
I erected, never suspected. Gates
open only in the now. This is how
new earth emerges, living in the tao.
Inspired by: Easygoing, Moody, Liberate and Construe.
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.
What you resist persists, it’s out of time
where love emerges all frozen pockets
melt and thaw fragments of fear long submerged
transmuting power rising
and strong as song
like birds, impervious
we rhyme and synchronize.
Today I write and write in this inspired space
inundated with insight. Beloved grace.
And yes, I love the “swirl” effect.
“Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears Today of Past Regrets and Future Fears~Omar Khayyám
out here with the beings who keenly fly
attuned to the sky clock routinely, why
do I ever retire to the box-wired
prison, the matrix of beliefs bone-dry?
my dreams lift me back to balance
what my heart might behold and sing
immense truths words fail to hold though I try
tuning my instrument in the wellspring
earthbound where we’re recycled lift your voice
this moment is alone what we rejoice
our mother’s gift too vast to comprehend
we breathe, receive, and give this now our choice.
Inspired while reading The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyám at dawn on the porch while birdsong coaxed the light.
Our focus now reveals the way we pay
energy the currency and how we play.
Isolation attempts to be well
when all the while
illusions we create with sick-spells
harden, then crack, collapse in the lack
of the fluid love
seeping in, fragrant
and delicious redolence,
the gift of breath
allowing and receiving
arriving and leaving
and in the sacred now
the how is clear:
there is no enemy invisible
attacking the pitiful
we bring ourselves
to wholeness from within.
We rise, we shine
so we begin.
Inspired by sunlight on the lake, Unmask, Jasmine, Cypher and Rage.
A spiritual practice is a generator of light. The light needs to come in on all levels. We need to ask: where do I clearly say, it is happening “out there”? We all create the world.~Thomas Huebl
I feel inspired to listen
to the song of yesterday, the light
spilling into cracks, exposing
me in new and startling ways
of being. I cannot hear those words
again, they will arrive anew as
sun and gentle rain, each moment
of spring leaping to luxuriance
the bursting bud a lead-in, once upon a time
in the narrative shift
and I am fluid
as I’ve always been
seeping through my self-made
traps through deep karmic shade.
I arrive belonging.
I bloom essential.
I sing and sing and sing
and if my voice reaches
dark places I’ve planted
in you, I bring light
I am a prayer
in the connected field
the way love reveals.