Money For Old Rope

The path to crisis is boulder-
strewn difficult. One must
strenuously avoid the
temptation to do nothing–
that is, they say, when evil
triumphs. Beware any
chance to sit in silence
clear the inner murmuration
of starling-thoughts flying
intricate patterns of karmic
misperceptions. Try and try
again! Do! Move like a murder
of crows as the tempest
feeds on your panicked
activity. Onward, to the
breaking point! Trouble looms
and brewers, we foment
with such good intent, and yet,
our trajectile initiates from
hate, the very rules we seek
to dismantle. This is more than
we can handle.

We set down
the old-world tools
curious, unsighted
to receive what now
has newly lighted.

Inspired by: Triumph, Crisis, Nothing, Temptation and this photo taken in 1890 of my great-great grandfather visiting his son in Colorado.  Do we carry the old ways in our genes, or do they carry us on a wave of preconceptions?

Soundcloud recording here.

I Arrive

At the big box store I recognize
a wailing child–new to my eyes
and yet I’ve sung those notes,
tightly buckled in a cart, mother
engrossed and boggled so ignores
the tiny being’s outraged roars.
I pause to give my presence, meet
the tearful eyes, witness her hiccupped
surprise. We look. It’s clear
there’s nothing to be done
or said. We’re here. The gift
of my expanded space and her
receptive face. She’s heard.
I see she’s vital in this day-
light chance encounter. She
was frightened when compassion
found her. I hold her gaze.
They move away in sudden
silence. And now what guides us
is the warm regard that says
we are together, there’s no
alone, unheard, unseen; there’s
deep embracing presencing.
Her power recognized–she changed
my way! Alerting me to the web
and what’s in play
the echoes sing just underfoot
opening to the new input
we choose connection, we embrace
each other with true affection.
Arriving home, I put on paper
the steps that surely wake her.
I hear you. I see you.
Your heart is true.
Your voice is strong.
Nothing to say. Nothing to do.
We simply step as we belong.

Inspired by: Paper, Daylight, Vital, Boggle, an amazing course session in Conscious Healing, a crying child at the store and memories of my own cries (shown here, in the middle of unhappy brothers when I was six months old.)

Listen on soundcloud here.

Dancing Into Being

We’re a moving universe
revealing our new faces
to our warm regard.
I used to believe
the crystals that accompany
my travels protect me
as if negative forces
could infect my clean
interior.  Now I see

these sacred stones entrain and
energize the wise meditative
witch. Dark and light,
I walk with potential
triggers and
amethyst and tachyon
remind me to sit
in my base. Jade heats
my throat and these lapis
lazuli mala beads whirled
worlds strung together.

When we meet,
let’s  greet with curiosity.
Especially when the dark
places rise as if to say
here, here I emerge.
Hold. Still. Bear witness
to the long-buried treasure
I offer in this exquisite
moment you could judge
as trouble. Let our vision

of the imprisoned voice
a celebration: let’s
extol the excluded.
Scoff at the dangers
arising in the constant
gauge of what is right and good
and who is safe. And sound:
strike up the band.
Even as we sit in silence,
realize we’re marching in this
extravagant parade.  Go
into the living air
and care for what’s been missing.

Inspired by: Go, Band, Extol and Gauge.

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This Is The Path

So much to digest
the buoyant trauma bobbing up
escaping my firm and
constant pressure to keep
this drama contained.
Letting all the content
settle under calm
guidance, a transmission
irradiates the presence,
diamonds formed from coal.
All the dark and fearful
places, shunned, unknown
arise in us. I’m tearful
as I recognize in you
in me, in us, love’s
intelligence, the will
to live, protecting innocence.
This lost and hungry child
in you, in me, in us,
so long exiled, we welcome
now. There is no better
you. The Tao simply includes.

Inspired by: Settle, Buoyant, Irradiate and Guidance.

Listen here on soundcloud.

Creativity

I’ve scoured the trash
to find the rash moments
of this past year.
The darker times with no
place among the tinsel
I start to tingle
acknowledge the simplicity
as I commingle
all my energy, electricity
runs through the instrument
I am joy no longer dissonant
I used to choose a bypass
believed my past held me
in thrall, the call
of my ancestors deep with pain
their domain. Yet here I sit
hosting what is. Now I permit
the scattered pieces magnetized
I am the lodestone, gathering
increases all that pent-up
trauma releases. I cherish
all the beliefs that now
perish in the flame of my
vitality blazing a
brilliant new reality.
Outside a hawk is kreeing.
I heed on bended knee.

Inspired by Rash, Joy, Tinsel, Cherish and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “ingle.”

Here I read it on soundcloud.

Echoes Of The Future*

What is the part of me that calls me onto a path?  I believe the part that calls us is the echo of the memory of the future–the reverberation of remembering the future.~Thomas Huebl

The child has learned
to be taciturn.
What can you expect
when the means to correct
her are myriad and cruel?
Enter the Yule.
Does she dare to hope
a little gift will help her cope?

Pain’s duration
is no aberration.
Satellites have filled the skies
with starry lies.
The ground has all been paved.
Have you been saved?
The father asks, her yes
coerced, professed;
the no submerged
unheard yet I am opening
the door, focusing
light in this dark place.
Ah, child, when I wore that face!
Listen, darling, to the calling.
Time itself is falling.

Inspired by: Yule, Expect, Taciturn and Duration and this amazing talk by Thomas Hubl, The Echo Of The Memory Of The Future*.

Listen to this on soundcloud.

Seeing Is Freeing

There is no happily ever after
we can reach, no way

out of here to some secluded beach.
If we can sit and allow—

follow me, I’ll show you how.
This anxious pity tries to knock

me back: a helpless child
forced to say yes.

My new life hack: this fierce
ferocious NO now

in the mix of power and light
what’s so exposed.

Love offers to the dark
and scary places the deep

presence of now
expanding spaces.

Too much solicitude contracts.
The child reacts.

Inspired by: Knock, Solicitude, Follow and Mix and the phenomenally powerful Conscious Healing course I’m enrolled in.

Soundcloud recording here.

Featured image a photo of Makanalua Peninsula, a place of breathtaking beauty with a history of exclusion and fear.