Beyond wanting

the outlier has no dignityas boundaries dissolve
running free, imaginingchary fear ignites
transmuting powerpent-up-energy howl
clearing the lineserupting uncontrolled
new portals rewrite scriptsburn up the stage
anything goesrant and rage
suddenly clearyour fireworks alight
outsidemy empty cage.

Inspired by Dignity, Chary, Firework, Howl, and the #OctPoWriMo Day 8 prompt, Breaking Boundaries in a Diamante or table form.

I chose the new-to-me cleave poem. As Jane Dougherty explains, “a cleave poem is three in one: left side says one thing, right side says its opposite. Read together they make a third poem.”

This morning, contemplating breaking boundaries, two songs from my impressionable youth emerged, each with lessons. Queen’s banned I Want To Break Free music video and this live Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers version of “Breakdown” (when Tom Petty tells the singing crowd “you’re gonna put me out of a job”). Part of the fairytale narrative I was spoon-fed, today these lessons remind me that “wanting” cages you in lack, so it’s a monumental waste of power. Note to self: Catch yourself saying “I want” and choose “I manifest.” And in the same way, demanding that someone “else” break their boundaries in order to give you something is another trap that leaves you spinning in futility. Note to self: Break down my own boundaries as soon as they become visible.

Featured image: outside shooting with a high shutter speed, different beings only reveal as I look at the images. This bee’s pose is such a gift.

I’ll Play You A Song

It was such a small space in time
I never knew that I would find
A musical path for all to see
Anxiety into ecstasy~Danny Seraphine/David “Hawk” Wolinski

You can’t purchase this verve, my newfound nerve.
Watch me leap from the precipice, danger
imminent, illusory.  I reserve
my rights, embrace my wrongs. I’m no stranger

to change, and right now I’m aflame, the fizz
and froth of inspiration alchemy
—I’m snapping along with congas, a wiz—
receptive, creating reality. 

Inspired by: Purchase, Verve, Froth and Imminent. And written while listening to Leonid and Friends (one of whom is Arturo Sandoval) absolutely rock this cover of Street Player.

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Really Different

The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it’s really a different kind of life.~R. Buckminster Fuller

Everything is alive and watching and
waiting and dancing and wake-sleeping we
vibrate vibrant and an ant, brawny and
fierce warrior approaches, sweeping me

and I jump and he jumps and startled we
frenzy to new perspectives reckoning.
Each hyper-aware of this now where we
touch the web stretching between us zinging.

Intention calls me into inquiry
such wondrous gratitude. My joy allows
this sacred present synchronicity
choosing love in each breath. Imagine now

your greatest role and take the stage. Applause.
In a blink the tale twists into a realm
unknown. You stay and play in flow because
you write the script. Embrace loving the whelm

integrate, ascend in pure joy ringing
and shattering the old myths once believed.
Tuned with this new fierce being all that and
far beyond what has ever been perceived.

Written for today’s dversepoets prompt, Just Sayin’.

Star Signs

In fact, the deeper you explore the concept of freedom, the more you realize that creating something new, and creating that occurs outside a tight chain of prior cause and effect, are very much a part of what freedom means.  Understanding these factors should be liberating.~Jon Rappoport

These planets hang low, ripe and attentive
arriving early in the aid designed
out of time. Repeat their names, retentive
in the grid-fail conversations defined

in lost books, ancestral lore metaphor
streamlined efficacy to pass secrets
why we’re who we are, what this world is for
new cycle ushers in, erasing debts

and enslavement. In the foretold crumbling
of the narrative, we rise insightful
creativity our birthright rumbling
now as we imagine free delightful.

Inspired by: Conversation, Aid, Design and Efficacy.

Featured image by Space.

Reframe Now

I’ll choose maturity over aging.
These brand new cells are singing and I hear
crystalline vibrations in this saging
silver being I’ve become, wide-eyed seer

as the walls come tumbling down. I taste
each morsel present with my senses new.
I reel and thrill and nothing goes to waste.
Imagine ruby red and sapphire blue

and I oblige the giver tenderly
believing there’s so much I can’t perceive
unhindered, wild, I burst like tinder, free
from fear–we’re almost here, open, receive!

Inspired by Taste, Aging, Oblige and Ruby.

We Who Rise, Illumined

“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.”~William J. Casey

The new me emerges courageous
from the deep where we presence

our roots. In quiet, commonsense
reveals the fabrications false science

weaves to muffle innate knowledge
self-healing nature I acknowledge

we are divine
our brilliance shines

love sets us free
when we can dare to say:

I am holy.
As are we.

Inspired by: Express, Normal, Tagged, Elixir and Validate.

And by this poem by Rainer Marie Rilke:
The Blessing of Earth

God, every night is hard.
Always there are some awake,
who turn, turn, and do not find you.
Don’t you hear them crying out
as they go farther and farther down?
Surely you hear them weep; for they are weeping.

I seek you, because they are passing
right by my door. Whom should I turn to,
if not the one whose darkness
is darker than night, the only one
who keeps vigil with no candle,
and is not afraid—
the deep one, whose being I trust,
for it breaks through the earth into trees,
and rises,
when I bow my head,
faint as a fragrance
from the soil.

Playdate

Gonna bounce with my crew today
make our own sunshine
music dance sing drum play
create a world that’s fine
escape the plutocratic drone
of fear, insanity, despair
we’re bopping in a rhyme zone
and fun our only prayer.

Inspired by: Bounce, Sunshine, Crew and Helpful.

The Tide’s Now Turning

The Tide Is Now Turning

“To follow the way of water is to return to one’s spiritual essence.” — Hua-Ching Ni, The Book of Changes and the Unchanging Truth

“Be!” My grandson commands, so

I look closely with him at a puddle.

Present in this very moment

that stretches beyond time and space,

our hearts connect, pulsating

with this vibrant aliveness.

An insect is floating, and I conclude

it is dead, but he says,

“Bee!” again, and gingerly

fishes it out to rest in his palm.

The water drops off and the bug

stirs, drying its wings from the newfound

land of a toddler’s finger.

We have been talking about gentleness

with living beings, hugging trees.

And now his inquisitive focus

feels the creature step daintily

over his skin, as if showing

gratitude for salvation. I am watching

that wasp-like abdomen as it quivers,

worried that this love-fest

will turn ugly.  I teach respect

and yet I vibrate with memories

of wicked inexplicable stings.

He turns his finger and the exploration

continues but when he looks to me

in doubt, I say, “Fly, bee, fly!”

and whisk it off into the air.

We stand here like herons,

our feet in the water, yet rooted

in the earth, our faces lifted to the sky,

celebrating a tiny flight

with exquisite concentration,

and he says again, “Be!”

 

The Energy Release

Dedicated to the magical Eva

We practice the great art: embrace
what arises in our widest place.
In wordless zest we see
who takes the reins and drives
me through each shadowed face.
We relegate gregarious
inclinations to conflate
nefarious motives.
Whether she is eight or some past life,
ancestress or an archetype,
what matters
are these chains she holds.
We see her vigilance wary
yet her power to subsume–
all my personal space set
to devour.
Our container holds
witness on the beach
building multidimensional sand
castles in our reach.
We are here
to celebrate
as the light reveals the shackled,
shackler and more,
the very chains, the dungeon floor.
We peer through
the acrid smoke, the gasp
of rattled lungs. We find the one
who traces spirals on her
palms, while seeming bound.
The treasures found! As if
a stage, the script blocking
the exits and the entrances in time
locking it all
and still I’m circling
to meet myself at last.
The past survival story
of the wise witch in her
glory now.
The residues of pain
I count as gain.
Healing dances through the sleep-
less night, energy released
from places deep must find
the way. Obstructions melting.
I’ll be okay.

Inspired by: Zest, Gregarious, Conflate and Personal.

 

We Are Whole

As an instrument, multidimensional,
incomprehensible, even insensible,
I play on your senses, dissonant.
I’m gregarious, wannabe hilarious.
It behooves me now to be a bit
fastidious, clearing the space
web stretching between us.

I’ve found it’s wiser to decipher
yeah, I sometimes speak in code,
don’t mean to goad
but as a child I had to layer
my dissent, to sound mysterious
to hide my serious task
I chose harmonious masks
(a fight was lethal
I needed peaceful.)

Learning how to be nicer
while simmering like lava
a volcano, gonna explode
the mother lode for a poet
pluggin’ in, my word guns loaded
spittin’ fire and complainin’
’cause what’s normal is weird
unnatural. Fragmented cultural
we hover, vultures staring hopefully
the food we see
poison seems to be
the only thing that we can eat.

And all the while you are happening
inside of me, pure energy.

What I most need to say is
I serve you.
You are the truth
coming into my face, fully embraced.
What life needs to heal
open and real. I finally feel
that myth of separation
mistaken fragmentation.
We are whole.
We are aglow.
Out of control.

Inspired by: Task, Fastidious and Decipher.