When the web went down, we here poised, sticky
balance, supplied and surprised by the joy
of release. We invented games, tricky
and hilarious, collapsing, a toy
shooting out of the water into air.
Has the sky ever been so blue, the clouds
so white, the sun so golden? How we fare
in this halcyon day to play unbowed!
I am receiving, my heart full and clear.
I’m finding common ground, writing fables.
Figurative or literal, we’re here
with weighted words perceived as we’re able
so let’s not fight, can we agree: we’re made
in love? Can we create right now, our hearts
open and true? Forget how we’ve been played,
what we were sure we knew. We’re at the start!
How we enjoy each other when we see
we’ve landed in karmic reality
in our rush to be on planet right now
as the walls come quite abruptly crashing ’round.
As a wise woman walking free in grace
and grounded in the empirical ways
life has taught: brutal fierce lessons reveal
beyond propaganda’s whirl, theory’s spiel
caution, don’t cross, fear more! The tones wound tight
from artificial morning into night
away from the power of pure sunlight
we can’t explain where heavy beliefs fight
logic. Our human zoo schooled cowering
our focus and attention devouring
our true power: creative flowering
once we re-member, love is showering.
Inspired by: Empirical, Explain, Zoo and Caution.
There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We’ve said all there is to say.~Tom Petty
Consider the moon. Magnetic control
until we matriculate, feel the sole
source beyond the solar system. Our goal
to say enough! Reclaim, regain our soul.
I know these words might irk; the usual
suspects–meanings perverted, heavy, full
of propaganda and political
mal-intent. Let’s jump into potential
like a baby, attuned to the sky clock
stepping free from all of the false constructs.
What day is it anyway, as we mock
the attempts to corral the sheepish flock.
Here I am to save the day! In my own
peculiar way. Break another phone.
Electrified. You can’t track how I’ve grown
awake, I see I’ve never been alone.
Inspired by Matriculate, Baby, Enough!, Usual, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: What day is it, anyway?, the current breakdown of the ancient control systems on the planet and my favorite live version of Break Down as the crowd jumps in and Tom Petty warns, “You’re gonna put me out of a job.” Here’s to the new earth and all the new ways of being–and farewell to all the old jobs that no longer serve the whole!
What if, while waiting for hummingbirds we
noted the young oak leaf blown apropos
of a theme this grandma teaches simply:
nature gives what is needed, even though
it may not be what you want. Compensate
for limited vision. Look with your heart.
Blooming rainbows, singing flights, we create
with Gaia. Now I’m leaving out these parts:
butterflies, clouds, the trees and the ground, birds
and the cars on the street, this easel-art
celebrations of bugs. Fumbling words
to convey the moan of that train: a start.
Inspired by: what if, theme, apropos, compensate and a curious four-year-old grandson who insisted on including all the parts I’d left out of my morning poem. As I write this, he is singing, “Sing with me, sing with me!”
The morning air scented with promised rain
fresh and cool, still a lament, past refrain
teased by a breeze regrets arise, a train
of thought. The anchored feeling like a stain
the past wraps you in fierce insistence
propagandized military persistence
deaf to nature, unreached by common sense
still I touch you vis-à-vis heart presence
We are ripples of our awakening
in our connected sea forsaking
habit and beliefs that long held sway, taking
sanity away, grave mistakening
until I pause to embrace what is now.
The past, enslaved and yoked to fear–a bough
heavily laden then released and how
we sing in joy coherent in the Tao.
Inspired by Awakening, Ripples, vis-à-vis and Coherent.
Happy Father’s Day to all the loving men who nurture with heart.
“If you’d like to try your hand at understanding lavender, then you must be very sure that life is not a game.~Gordon Lightfoot
I’m not interested in yonder trigger
manipulated to feel avarice
a power grab comes up empty; I’ve lost
all the things. What remains, what I cherish
and hold high sings focus, energy, pure
insightful creativity. How may
I be of service? In nature under
trees, I plant medicinal herbs, fragrant
flowers to delight the eyes, lure butterflies
shifting the tale beyond all words, I
reach into the ether where your boundaries
are a game, play on in the world whirled and
tossed by insurgent aims, you fight yourself
while I maintain divine neutrality
calm, joyful where you’ve already joined me.
Inspired by: Yonder, Cherish, Insurgent and Avarice.
The city forest chittering creates
a rescue with me, obliterates hate
as we assimilate birds and bunnies
solitary ear-plugged walkers, mummies
focused–beyond this lovely peace–on bars,
rectangular block sidewalks and parked cars.
From the porch the trees and I commune, show
the torture of electricity, oh
I’ll log on, publish, send aloha love
through the ether until the day you shove
out of the cage, listen from true heart place
where we’re connected past all time and space.
The day is almost nigh where we will touch
without a wire, a satellite–declutch
and let our natural powers arise
surprise what we achieve here in the light.
Inspired by: Obliterate, Torture, Rescue, Assimilate and The Invisible Rainbow: A History of Electricity and Life by Arthur Firstenberg.
Featured painting by my creative 4-year-old grandson!
We explore subconscious with tenderness
to begin cognizant of wilderness
interior, we claim these feelings rush
–no poke and post, accuse–with rigorous
logic we nail down the primal essence
no reason to react, we give presence
to those triggered by fear, so powerless
unable to see rejuvenescence
our conscience awakes, insight streams like light
the narrative flips, what looked wrong or right
emerges, necessary steps for growth
the planet hums vibratory preflight
Open to love, imagination soars
we claim each evil deed, we hear the roars
all of our shadows long abhorred arise
we look into each others’ eyes, clear doors.
Inspired by Begin, Wilderness, Cognizant, Conscience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “nail”.
Featured image: my grandson brought some old monster/soldiers to play with, and I told him I didn’t like their energy. So he got out the crystals and cleaned them.
In the sky love we set vibrating high
mourning doves build a nest; he offers dry
frail branches; responsible construction
is her task, sitting backward as he flies
in and out, solicitous creation
how we embrace new life! The ascension
of the planet like hearts swelling surprise
revealing each false alienation
welcome, necessary voice, so unique
your place demanded by the ones who speak
unity, spiral path co-creation
all that we humbly offer, all we seek
awaits inside, be still, behold, rejoice!
The old’s collapsing with each joyous voice!
The rotted core cannot hold as we rise
loving what emerges exercise choice
Inspired by: Alienate, Backward and Responsible and the nesting mates by my front porch. Featured image courtesy of Chris Wray, found here.
Birdsong glory-listening this morning
front porch, choosing love, calling to mourning
doves, our hearts aflame and voices tender
soft–magic–daily practice aborning
it’s like a wizards’ school, cue each other
special powers granted by earth mother
we face our anger and our fears with light
touches and words, deep presence gifts t’other
we clean the places we call home, we send
such strong assurance, blessed by nature, mend
the broken bridges. We cannot inure
we open to delight in the twist-end.
He’s four and powerful, his spirals drawn
and golden suns with green rays, oh, praise dawn
when with a light touch he urges me, wake,
our teachers gather, come before they’re gone!
Inspired by Golden, Inure, Twist and Privilege.
Featured image drawn by my four-year-old grandson this morning. “The Sun.”