Don’t New Normal Me

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.~Viktor Frankl

Twenty ripening spaghetti squash hang
goldening the garden. Orange and red
yellow zinnias burst in a color bang
call to awaken as the sunrise spreads

rosy skies west. The east is glorious.
Dawn in my hometown, a fleeting visit
now the skies compete in pinks curious
the morning’s cool under heat’s implicit

sultry air.  Here an old bass leaps. Waves ring
smaller circles as minnows flee.  Recall
past Augusts, shouldn’t some morning birds sing?
I’ve ceased comparing years, a construct all

along, time shows her true colors, slipping
in and out of these timelines—narrative
ridiculous, and I won’t play.  Flipping
how life flows absurd—it’s imperative

to speak the truth, do you know how?  Don’t New
Normal me, your credibility will
not stand the test of common sense, you
try to sway beyond your ability

to drown my sovereign song. Limitless
creator, sing!  Simple as breath concealed
power now rings. Harmony stimulus:
ground in fall’s score, insanity revealed.

Inspired by: Sway, Accidental, Credibility and Sovereign.

What Is This Power You Speak Of?

“Will you try to change things, use the power that you have, the power of a million new ideas?”~Robert Lamm

You’re pounding pans and pots a kitchen din
intrusion in the middle of song now
old lyrics wrong. Each illusion I spin
hurl fireballs into the sky. Ka-Pow! 

Stepping outside of time, mornings in rhyme,
watching the systems rocket out of place. 
I balance on the precipice, sublime
penniless with nothing to defend. Space

a garden where I plant brilliant new stars.
The old ones crumpling beneath my feet
crackling carpet, autumn leaves. Earthstar,
I call my sacred vessel home, I’m free

moving in and out of illusion past
the crowd who’ve come to run me off the cliff.
And now aglow the sun beckons, so vast
illuminating my own hieroglyph.

With care I pull the weeds, examine each:
strong medicine I’m learning to respect,
stir into my potion, deep knowing reach.
Heartsure and here I am, my love, connect.

Inspired by: Garden, Carpet, Rocket and Intrusion

I Believe I’ll Sweep My Broom

I know what I’m feeling inside, but part of me still wants to try.~Robert Johnson

When I fumble, I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
When I fumble, I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
I’ve got this matrix of hopelessness
aimed at all my broken fear.

I’m gonna wake up this new day
I’m gonna feel all that I feel.
I’m gonna wake up this new day.
I’m gonna feel all that I feel.
I gotta release all the judgment
and all these feelings now esteem.

All of these shadows are emerging
I’m gonna claim them all as mine.
All of these shadows are emerging.
I’m gonna claim them all as mine.
Ain’t no more good girl roles for me
I’m here and fierce and now I see

I believe, I believe I’m already home.
I believe, I believe I’m already home.
You can’t mislead me any longer
’cause I’m already safe at home.

Pick me up when I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
Hold my hand when I fumble
in the light that’s always there.
Exposed that matrix of hopelessness
it just collapses.  No longer here.

 

Consider This

I hang out with poets and shamans
pure-hearted children create art

willing to question
this cosmology, the start I need

to find hidden beliefs`
walking me.

Scientists not so much, that religion
leaves me cold, separation’s touch

of pain, peeling every layer much
like an onion to reveal the emptiness

you feel when dissecting dead things
expecting life will emerge. How absurd.

We’re schooled so young, punished and scorned
when we speak the heart’s knowing

formed in play’s glowing. In these strange
times as illusions crack

and collapse, limp in our scrutiny
at last our new eyes see,

the false outline renounced—
inevitable when so pronounced.

The smallest being shows
the emperor has no clothes.

My young grandson demands I talk
to my people, who sleepwalk

led into constant dread.
There is no time to play

in fear. We enter now:
we presence, clear

the dregs of hypnotic tales
which fail as we wail

just before we enter joy
centered and connected

the balanced whole respected
as we choose to drop the ruse

manufactured illusions
so obviously untrue.

 

Resonance For Dissidents

I give no quarter to the dissonance
I will not stay for foolish money-making games.

Honoring hunches, I’ve composed
a team diligent for resonance

and commonsense. For lunch we dine
in present tense, savory morsels nutrify

now that hoodwinkers pale, exposed
cloying lies of propaganda baked by squads

unknowingly employed by greedy
billionaires, so awed they cannot hear

the silenced tongues in poisoned air
and food. Control the narrative the main goal,

in the power grab of our very souls.
And as I sing and play, refuse to host

this fear that clings to earthlings, a ghost
of all the childish terrors we can’t bear

—create the safe container, meet me there!
We’ll shriek and cry, throw on the lights,

under the bed clearing the trauma
stories amplified spinning our heads.

No longer waiting for a master
to save us from our carefully painted

disaster-set, we summon our deep
wisdom in loving intention, feel into

the rhythm—don’t move if you’re not
called, there’s a unique dance for all

a brand new role, new lines,
we take over the stage

release our siblings from their cages
real and imagined, now we understand

we take a stand, focus upon a
different dreaming play, informing matter

as the old paradigm shatters.
We choose each step with care

we celebrate the way, dare
to come back into ourselves and praise

each stunning moment
of this brand new day.

 

New Moon, New Seeds

Love is everywhere. It protects the very heart of our beings. So it’s all right. Everything’s all right and always has been.~Jane Roberts

We’re trained from birth, our very words
that’s bad, that’s good, we cling, survival

seems impossible from our arrival
we gasp in poisoned air, injected

when we least expect it in a crazy
world where toxins are called medicine

we must endure misguided doctors’
incessant quackery studying separate

cells to proclaim a discovery, another
name to cloak the reaction

to the putrefaction of air and soil
and drinking water, full-scale slaughter

in the name of greed and promulgated
by the fear-porn screed.

We sit alone, we’re trained, perceive no choice
lower our voice, and even so the angry

sons shun their insane mothers
all dialogue blocked with dangerous others

the truth a sauce our diets now
prohibit, our only eyes for lies

as they exhibit the visual clues
of this unhealthy news and yet

if we can set aside our certainty
that harm is looming, dooming, carelessly

and simply quiet, presto, the tempo changes
the heart of the matter rearranges

the score and more, we realize
the love nature displays, miracles

every day in every moment we connect
to source, we laugh, we hug,

we understand, of course,
there may be malice withal

there is a greater force.
We plant the seeds, we open hearts, we call.

 

Everything was all right, always had been all right, it had only been their own anxieties and doubts that ever made it all seem wrong. They were all couched and safe, forever secure, forever jubilant at the heart of their own beings. There was never anything to be afraid of, if only they trusted the great sweet security that forever held the vitality of their beings, for they were all truly splendid, a part of a loving universe that cradled them forever in a safety and love literally beyond all comprehension.~Jane Roberts

Fierce Narrative Shift

The hidden costs now fully leaved
and we can choose to believe

hundreds of thousands of years
life brimming close and vital

feeding each other with love survival
plain, we’re here, what changed

is only story. The one is the glory
and praise, divine nature’s call

here in my instrument I set my intent
if there’s one thing sweeping the globe

it’s control by fear, and I won’t host it here.
Every traumatized fragment will arise

that happens when you’re hypnotized
awake I commit to my song, to speak

when I perceive the wrong, embrace
the hidden places clamoring to steer

upon the rocks of misguided fear.
one thing to praise and love

awakens my desire to be a force
the divine law the source

outside we stride into the light
know in our hearts what is right

I’m here for this. Essential me. Please
add your voice in this time to rejoice.

 

It’s Turtles All The Way

In yesterday’s imbalanced waking
parch overwhelmed me. Today
I determine to soothe

water and grounding these indignant
filaments writhing and buzzing
from the past’s unintegrated

barrage. I sit and extract
my personal fear, empowered
to heal myself, my family,

my lineage, society, the planet
the universe and more.
Time and distance constructs

—the illusion of separation—
dissolve, tumble like a child’s
castle made of blocks.

We build beliefs in our jangled
misperception of danger,
forget to knock them down

laughing and certain
of our power to create anew.
I tune in to what is

as all the ripples of my intention
create balance
here in the present

where I, a self-healing miracle
of love, resonate
a heartbeat, breath

infused in everything that matters
which is all, which is one,
awakening and taking the step now.

 

Only Love Is Real

You don’t love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That’s what I mean by love.~Richard Bach, Jonathan Living Seagull

We burst into the world wet
and splutteringly vibrant

rage at the seeming separation
hunger a tyrant, magic flows

like breath, we coo, know
strangers bending over our

strange faces, power held
precious if we’re lucky and

our parents’ trauma isn’t triggered
in an endless cycle of war

unheard unheld until illusions
shatter once we’re all exploring matter

and how we in formation
create. Deep communication space

we choose to compose, call
songs of intention, offering love

we turn and face our greatest fears
ignite what burns slow, impossible

to quench. This beauty is real,
illusions fade and what awakes

the human race in love
we all set sail.

 

Embracing

the potpouri of dried beliefs
that scent my being

the unexamined tide that pulls me
I know nothing, sit in silence

ground my electric being
in the earth, over and over

again, as each new fragrance
generous and vivid triggers

another trauma welcomed
again and again. There is no

should be, only this embrace
of what is emerging

I recognize this
and let it go

now this
let it sizzle through my energy

field and held in your constant
kind regard as we breathe

in and out the simmering
stew of existence here now.