We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination, you see it for what it’s worth.~Terrence McKenna
At sunrise and set I smash old beliefs
that drive me. Indiscernible motifs
stun children before logic can arise
shut up and listen, discredit your eyes
and just ignore your gut feelings, you must
hallucinate, participate and trust
a higher power. Inconsequential
your intuition is nonessential.
The golden gleam cutting through manmade haze
the light lifting horizon lines til blaze
burns off the matrix chokehold, setting free
Inspired by: Hallucinate, Drive and Stun.
Featured image: Last night’s sunset was improbable, vivid, fleeting gorgeousness.
I realize I can’t pretend to sleep
to summarize the dreams I tried to keep
have dissipated and though I beseech
the walls between the worlds cannot be breached
and so I rise and open up the blinds
and leap into a dazzling sunrise
that lifts me up and joyously reminds
me: open my eyes, living is the prize
Inspired by Summarize, Dazzle and Sleep.
I survey the scene from my balcony
sun spreading golden through green canopy.
Capricious feathered messengers appear
deployed by spirit guides who hold me dear.
I focus on my breath, spine straight, mind clears
my pen a sharp blade cutting through my fears
and hesitations. My receptive heart
prepares to leap into day’s brand new start.
Inspired by: Capricious, Survey, Blade and Deploy.
Featured image: Me climbing in the Garden of the Gods.
Today the winsome artist of the skies
begins certain brushstrokes, fleeting surprise
then scrubs it all, paints over with gray haze
choppy with seeded clouds, at sea adaze
the sun continues bold beneath, then parts
through all the toxins and the poison darts
and burns away those artificial lists
posted by beings with utter malice
gold fingers reaching with a sovereign power
lifting my heart, oh how I love this hour
spiraling out of my instructive dreams
which clarify: life is not what it seems
the cardinal sings his spiritual song
joined by the Carolina wren. So long
my ears have strained to understand
these sunrise feathered messengers who land.
Inspired by: List, Winsome, Sea and Certain.
Featured image: A bright red leaf offering on my balcony this morning, swirl effect.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
The sun sends long questing fingers of gold
astonished and delighted. This brave bold
approval of brand new day will hinder
dissonance running rife, baleful timber
now outside on a whim, unplugged from schemes
of foolishness designed to shock, fear’s stream
the light gives us to understand life’s sweet
unbroken flow fleeting and yet replete.
Inspired by: Understand, Whim, Approval and Hinder.
This late-July second blooming of shy
magnolia under busy-sound sky
dawning calls: downy woodpecker, blue jay’s
alarm, eastern towhee. Cardinal weighs
in. Carolina wren bursts into praise.
White-breasted nuthatch cackle-laughs as rays
splash golden and the sun breaks free. Splendor
illuminates delicate blooms tender
as raw sorrow hidden in green’s revealed
by quiet time. Here’s what has been concealed.
The prick of pain in red clover mite’s dash
across my skin a warning that I smash
in quick reflex, obliging an instinct.
(It’s said they don’t bite. This one did.) I think
while so-called experts preach, indoctrinate
my swim into now’s current educates.
Inspired by: Oblige, Sorrow and Swim.
Featured image: This morning I pulled the leaves back to photograph the magnolia’s secret second blooming.
Water is the driving force of all nature.~Leonardo da Vinci
Awash in tenderness I compose love
notes on the fly, scintillating above
the harsh chords of the night, which I release
as this late July sunrise sets me free
I pause in peace, soak in my pure delight
allow it to wash over me. No fright
imposed in unison by streams designed
by greed can catch me. Liquid, I slip by.
Inspired by: Fly, Night, Unison, Scintillating and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style for awash/wash.
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What’s going on?~Linda Perry
I sit in stillness as sun reaches through
trees, gold glinting joy as these sparrows spew
unmelodic cheeps, idling car’s exhaust
I’m sneezing on the brink and doublecrossed
and there’s no one to blame. ‘Situation’s
all fouled up’ suffices. My creation
as the old interpretation’s dwindling
fuels my campfire’s blaze, becomes the kindling.
The energy required to support lies
once freed can feed a delicious surprise.
The story we are small, star-crossed, alone:
a narrative composed to steal our home.
Secrets apparent dawn illuminates
before the chemtrails come to dissipate
clarity, ambassadors of doom’s sting.
Now unweaves the spell, you light the gloom. Sing.
Inspired by: Ambassador, Campfire, Blame and Suffice and this song by 4 Non Blondes.
Featured image: Sunrise on the water.