Wherever Light Is

“Sunflowers end up facing the sun, but they go through a lot of dirt to find their way there.” ― J.R. Rim

“Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.” – Eugenio Montale

In this interlude I’m grieving and breathe
when I can remember. The storm has passed
everywhere I turn signs of past debris
that must be cleaned. This working day will last

as paranormal sensitivity
summons your true heart to me through all space
lines are open your face I need to see
the tears welling I must allow, embrace.

Past daily codswallop ire-laced, fear-based
narrative-lies debase, we’re hypnotized
but surely waking to our rightful place
love stories flowing with a big surprise

Going to ground, moving this through, the way
is always messy, what emerges true
and ready for release. It rises–hey,
look at me in love the only way through.

Inspired by: Codswallop, Space, Paranormal and Interlude.

The Way Through

I wonder how I can guide my own child to embrace the night and understand that without darkness we are not just incomplete … we fail to dream.~Bear Guerra

We are here to integrate
the intractable voices poised
on the cliffs of their deluded
truths as if one unshifting
ground can be found
We sit
with open hearts for this.
Create a connected field
beyond the heady stuff
our clear intention to embody
and presence, yield attention
to the fragmented shrapnel
and shards. Summon the bards
and artists, terrified and grieving
each perceiving a unique way
give us all room to say we create
weaving the sounds perched here
on the groundswell of fear
composing in the deep
listening love brings to
the planet’s emerging sound
farewell to the death knell
here in the heartland
we are all well.

 

There’s No Better You

We can’t stay in the moment when we fall into our trauma.~Anjet Sekkat

In this distressing space, hidden
voices in dark treetops anticipate
light. My feet curl and twitch,
transient visitors in fright,
searching for an exit.
Lurching benumbed.
My breath, a raider, sloshes through
venomed restraints rasping to
reach the bounty painted in treasure
maps. I would surely search better
yet here be gaps bespelled,
my wild and wonderful tactics
to repel dangersome monsters
lurking by my bed.
Would I have composed new
incantations had not school
curtailed my effortless creation?
Children arise
from your tiny desks and
spurious facts. Gaia demands
uncivilized bare feet dancing.
Teach us our feral ways
etched into genes, advancing
the wave of millennia. Life
wants to live in connection.
Throw off the beloved
critic, so carefully knitted
into our lonely self-
perception. Gently and soft
loving intently who we are
as we are magical and whole
even in our fragmented mirrors.
Here we are now
it’s clearer, to save the day.
There is no better way
to be.  Together, can we see?

Inspired by Slosh, Transient, Raider, Bounty and this photo that resurfaced from my childhood, topless here in a wizard dance with my favorite magical beings.