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

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.

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.

Look Up, Check In

Happy Day of Universal Peace and Galactic Freedom

This is a beautiful place, magical
bird messengers cajole the breeze. Solar
gifts are streaming down, sun gazing eyeful
I’m beside myself moving in pure flow

when I uncouple now from time’s driving
check in with my future self, this discrete
being an illusion, all that striving
just a game. Breathe in and out. Now repeat.

Inspired by: Magical, Cajole, Discrete, Driving and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: check/cheque/Czech.

Rising In Truth

Be cheerfully devoted to shedding your certainties. Lose your attachment to the beliefs and theories you tend to overly rely on. Make yourself as empty and clear and spacious as you possibly can.~Rob Brezsny

There is no chart for these hot waters when
new lands emerge while we’re asleep deprived
of inner compasses, we stir alive
in the deep reckoning. Where we’ve been

is of no consequence. Habits adrift
clamor, stuck in story. How then to shift
automatic vehicles streamlined, cruising
faster than we feel as we’re losing

ground? Morning comes, a frog is swimming dire
along the slanted blue edge. I inquire
if she needs aid. She nears and peers above
and so together we create true love’s

miracles, giving and receiving. She
pauses for a photo and we breathe the
new medium. I point her toward the pond.
Now she must cross this broad green swath alone.

Birds watch and call. Intention’s radiance
deflates cultists’ lockstep obedience.
This woman never follows silly lies.
I poke some holes, walk free, aim the truth’s rise.

Inspired by: Hot, Chart, Asleep and Deprive and this frog, after the rescue. Tilly and the Rescued

Find Common Ground

All around me, people watch the burning
called by each old twisted fragment flame-lit
behavior choosing sides, reaching, yearning
for change yet stuck, mired in the same shit.

The illusion of individuality like a mask
in the divide and conquer game, we’re played
like pawns. We’re all connected and we’re tasked
with one specific song to sing today.

A bullfrog croaks just as the sprinklers hiss
on bark the sun blesses before the storm.
I’m taking respite in a zone of peace
while the old systems crash, collapse and harm

the young like waving branches in these gusts
carried by passionate agility.
They think me gelid. As I praise love thrusts
while fear seeks symptom’s culpability.

Can you see the strong trunk and the deep roots?
We hold. Believe nothing is as it seems.
Create reality. Choose words to suit
our highest trajectory–rise from dreams!

Inspired by: Zone, Gelid, Behavior and Respite.

Anything Is Possible

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.