Love Poem

Let it play out, witnessing without judgment, calling forth the highest interests of all concerned. Divine Will over personal perception.  Unwavering, untouchable, unconditional presence.~Sandra Walter

Is it sedition to wave vehement
signal flags to head-phoned screen-caught vassals?
The sinkhole of contracted agreement
rightclick free technological hassles

direct download to betrapped dreamers.  How
I’d love to stay and preach vitality:
wake up, unfold into expanding now.
I still and call divine neutrality.

Loved ones disappear down the rabbithole.
Or so it seems.  My lesson magnifies
perilous misbeliefs.  The immense whole
unseen and nothing’s as it seems.  The cries

aswirl as planet shifts.  I hear, rejoice
the change.  Climbing the tallest ladder, place
precise stars, I create my sky.  My choice:
a conscious breath and my own fractals face.

Inspired by: Dreamer, Hole, Vehement, Wave and Sedition.

New Moon Play

I plant love in my magnetic field, spin
the seeds into the torus, sizzling
and sprouting in a miracle. The din
and drone mechanic once felt frazzling

until I rooted balance in the whirl
ecstatic, huge, a subtle feel into
the center. Unmoving. I fiercely hurl
with pure imagination this New Moon

day a chance to play with creation, sing
most anything and yet right now I say
with certainty: summon what true love brings!
And I receive wholeheartedly. The way

to bliss is simply this: Integrity.
Speak clearly who I am and what I see.
Holding the space, honing my aim, proclaim
this life is not as it appears. Reframe!

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Here’s to you, world!  Love, love, love.

You Can Call It Another Lonely Day

Tell me why, everything’s turned around.  Open up, everything’s waiting for you.  You can go your own way.~Lindsay Buckingham

The bluejay is telling us something
I’m oblivious with this warm bagel
and buttery ghee drips from lips
fingers I’ve switched the pen and it’s slow

like chittering cicadas waking to sun.
We regroup, come clean into center
as each illusion dies.
I’m not judging your looking outward

for guidance, following directives
you’ve been taught since childhood
by the ringing bells and hard-bottomed
chairs someone always knows better.

Speak up and wear a dunce cap
in the corner. What’s the opposite
of self-righteous? Maybe humble.
You’ve abandoned common sense,

where I live, but I’m no martyr.
Your path stretches out like the corridor
of cows led to the slaughter, signs
to keep you comfortable and competent

to walk in step with what’s expected.
Coloring inside the lines
never questioning
who thought up the picture

you’re drawn into.
Daring to ask
for a new shade of blue.
What you create is all on you.

Inspired by: Martyr.  Written in response to the dversepoets prompt to write a stream of consciousness poem.  

Featured image: a tiny exquisite wild snapdragon that pushed through a very thick layer of mulch.

Praising The Sun Fierce

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.~John Lennon

In this spot stars hang plump as planets, pierce
my knowing. I am blind, feeling my way
through the dark antre, praising the sun fierce.
Empty lies gossamer fall out of play.

This weird year demands presence and grounding
firmly in my sacred vessel. Here now.
Breathing with intention. My heart sounding
through the depths as I ramble on. How

the maps fall away in this full stop.
Rotted foundations giving way. We play
and imagine with great power. The drop
into creative flow our saving grace.

Inspired by: Feeling, Stars, Ramble, Antre and the Stream of Saturday Consciousness prompt:  Spot.

The Great Globe Escapade

Let a frown be your umbrella~Oscar The Grouch

The great globe escapade dream-like began
in a foreign locale where women mask
while browsing past cheap trinkets and you can
call relics from my childhood vintage, ask

at any Shipshewanna market stall.
Playing photographer, beauty I trail
my friends, two Nordic goddesses I call
framing my shots in joy intentional

and they willingly pose deadpan and all
around I hear the murmur in the crowds,
—who is that? Oh, she’s famous—can’t recall—
and then the vendor cries, and he is loud

no pictures, can’t you read? just radiating
animosity, the cranky man
claiming his legal rights. I end his prate
showing each frame, I offer to abandon

any shots he wishes. Truth, I’m charmed.
He’s bought into my she’s-all-that intent
just as I’m stepping into it. Disarmed
by flowing joy he grudgingly consents.

I grin, thankful his unique eyes can see
my expanding possibilities. How
to step into the challenge? I must be
curious and wild, tuned right in to now.

Inspired by: Umbrella, Dream, Escapade and Locale.

Do What You Love

The rain has drenched the trees so the cool breeze
tinkles and splatters and whispers through leaves.
At first, I’m charmed, then chilled, but I am here
for flow, my dedicated hour so dear.

And words are rhyming like a child at play.
I bring her out though she will get muddy.
Ah, sun, as if invoked, you suddenly
appear above the fringe of woods. I see

what gives me life. Breathing and what is more
I feel gratitude and joy in my core.
My whole being here embraced and I taste
the fullness as I move through time and space.

Right now my higher self is dancing free
as glorious intent is aiming me.
A grackle lands and scolds as I appear.
Reveal yourself! My open heart sees clear.

Inspired by: First, Fringe and Rain.

Featured image is a kaleidoscope effect on the sun above the fringe of woods this morning.

More Than You’ll Ever Know

More than the greatest love the world has known, this is the love I give to you alone. More than the simple words I try to say, I only live to love you more each day.~Norman Newell

I’m sitting on a chair just after rain
washed the morning. Birds exalt from treetops.
John carries the brisket–well injected
and rubbed–to the smoker. It’s Saturday.

Introducing August in cool breezes
teasing precious drops from the maze of leaves
above me. Investing my currency
singing Present! in tune, open-hearted.

Oh, there’s no rhyme or reason in this verse.
I am alive and thriving, can you tell?
Releasing triggers as they find me whole
and dancing, in love, my heart reveals more.

Inspired by: Exalt, Precious, Maze, Introducing, and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to start the post with the word “more.”

And the quiet pacing and simplicity of Matt Monro’s cover of the song More (ti guardero nel cuore translates to look inside my heart.)

What We Call The World

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world. ~Robert M. Pirsig

I open to this new experience
though I feel fear. That’s just an artifact
from ruins. The sun’s intense, convinces
me to stay in love despite your intractable

stance, your clamoring–I project
this all so I can see you’re mirroring
what I once named toxic. Now I respect
what’s real when our triggers commence roaring.

Isn’t this life wild? Riding our passions
leads us to flow. We sing in joy and praise
the true foundation of our compassion
when we cease fighting and enjoy our days.

Nights we spend pondering constellations.
Planets hang low, the waxing moon unites
focused love. Put down the sky app. Listen
to harmony above.  Allow delights.

Deeper Tuning

Ask yourself: what is the underlying basis of reality?~Jon Rappoport

In each shocking moment send your grounded
zing deep and high and widening torus
sheer joy flows this way, the present sounded
like a bell—your ringing being porous

—the opposite of perfunctory claiming
unready, so scurry to define
racism deep-woven culture proclaiming
nothing’s here, all’s good, everything’s fine—

The new skies demand the way out of doors
tumbling barefoot, energy’s aligned
so many shouting in the distance, floors
and foundations crumbling, so much to mine

Shh. Be still. Imagination wild now,
eyes open, play a what-if game, or dream
a new paradigm. I’m sure you know how.
Give-receive each gift with deep listening.

Inspired by: Scurry, Perfunctory, Unready and Racism.

Featured image is a rose of sharon blossom with the kaleidoscope effect.

Rise From The Muck

The great news is, these natural remedies are still rooted in the earth and they are waiting to be found, again. They are waiting for you to happen by with the knowledge and the desire to turn them into medicine.~James Walton

It’s a beautiful way to see the world
at first sight my indolence might take your
breath. Jasmine redolence blooms unfurled
in summer’s drowsy daze. I’m in my core

and praising, grateful for each miracle,
not simpático with culture’s fear-rush
to judgment. Masked faces aren’t lyrical
denying how our bodies work. This fuss

one more failed psyop when we wake. What’s real
cannot be hidden, so I show my face.
My microbiome thanks yours for this feeling
hug, informing matter, human race

let go of false narratives in the thrum
and flow–electricity in aether–
still the lies that crowd into your head. Come.
Create, balance, our harmonic teachers.

Featured image: Lythrum salicaria, Purple Loosestrife, in full glory rising from a mucky swamp.  Considered an invasive species, its medicinal qualities are unheralded. Things are not always as they appear.

Inspired by: Redolence, Sight, Simpatico and Breath.