Navigating Twitterverse

When your younger brother runs around the house with scissors, you should definitely object. ~

Dedicated to @VinceSchilling and his wife @DelSchilling and their absolutely hilarious and heartbreaking tweets .

I’m not feeling at all amorous

as I wade into the forbidden fray

of squabbling neighbors who are unprepared

to be hospitable and welcome dissidents.

I summon agape.

People expect me to choose

sides, and I am here to hold

space for the silenced. I notice

other compassionate ones in this fight.

Recognizing each other, we light up

the field and connect like artists

who are instructed by the white space

between brushstrokes. My ears are cocked

for the sounds of the ones

we haven’t included. I’m inviting

the silenced to sing. Their laughter

rings, only obvious after I’ve

blocked the streams to Tweeted

hate and lies.  See the clear signs

they’ve been holding patiently?

And their chilling message:

What was done to us

will be done to you

by hate inscribed long ago

in the books of law

you profess to cherish.

Listen. Long the objects of oppression,

we survived.  Ah, the truths we could disclose

if you would only let go of the fear

waves broadcasting relentlessly

and open your wise hearts.

RDP Hospitable

FOWC Prompt: Object

Daily Addictions Prompt: Disclose

Alan’s Recycling Bin: Forbidden

Word of the Day Challenge: Amorous

Include Yourself

I abandon all false modesty

because I belong. In my body,

in my seething emotions,

in my recycled thoughts spinning

out of control. I belong

in this family, no longer

need to show up and create “peace”

by letting go of my way.

I risk exposure by being authentic

and even so, this is me. I belong

to my community. No matter

what views I express or how

they trigger you. I am alive

and I am included. I belong

to the serried ranks of hopeless

animals whose lives are caged

to feed me. I belong

to this nation, with its hidden

history of genocide and greed.

I belong to the Pentagon

dropping a bomb every 12 minutes.

I belong to every imprisoned being.

I belong to the oceans, suffocating

in plastic. I belong to the earth

drenched in pesticides.  

I open and I open my heart

to this new reality of global citizen.

Every time I resist, every time

I hear the gigantic “no”

I look deeper, pull the hurting

unwanted piece of me into

my heart. We all belong.

We are all included.

Daily Ragtag Prompt: Serried

Word of the Day Challenge: Exposure

Inspired by the Daily Addictions Prompt: Gigantic

Do all the cool kids use cool prompts?

All According To Plan

SNAFU is an acronym that is widely used to stand for the sarcastic expression Situation Normal: All Fucked Up. It is a well-known example of military acronym slang, however the original military acronym stood for “Status Nominal: All Fucked Up.” ~ Wikipedia

At the checkout stand, my sweet potato

is scanned as a lime.  I realize

out loud that it is the coolest lime 

I’ve ever seen. The clerk meets my eyes, 

grins, “Yeah, I messed up,” 

and calmly scans on.  I thank her for

my new mantra:  Yep, I messed up.

We all do.  I can drop this constant

reaching for impossible perfection,

intimidated by my tendency to perform

great and glorious fuck-ups,

and just show up, curly hair awry,

no make-up, slip-slapping by in my flip-flops.

You might notice the scabs on my knees

and bruises on my shins.

I keep falling and I keep

running in my joy, 

checking in at the start

and end of each day

to pay attention and ask:

how do you experience being

in this moment?  And allowing

the answer to settle in,

calming all this chatter,

just being with this beautiful

imperfect heart right now.

Inspired by this post by shinyobjectssite.

Inspired by the Daily Addictions Post: Intimidate

Two posts in one day?! I posted before receiving the Daily Addictions Post challenge.  *Shrugs* I mess up!

The Constant Invitation

“Consciousness narrows as we get older….Adults have congealed in their beliefs and are hard to shift…whereas children are more fluid and consequently more willing to entertain new ideas. If you want to understand what an expanded consciousness looks like, all you have to do is have tea with a four-year-old.” Alison Gopnik
“Or drop a tab of LSD.” Michael Pollan
“In contemplative practice, I set awakening as my highest priority. Every single minute. Ahem. Wake me if I forget?!” ~ me to the universe.

By a sheer fluke, I spy
a shy green heron perch
on my neighbor’s deck. The white
clouds reflecting catch
my attention. It is difficult for me
to see tiny fish dart
even in this clear water,
with all of these trees
vivid summer green
waves in the lake. But this
bird’s doors of perception
are wide open and even though I sit
peacefully behind screens,
as soon as delight and curiosity
move me to peer
through binoculars and marvel
— such colorful plumage,
a human watching alert
transforms fishing to flight. Sometimes
in crowds, I can feel eyes on me,
turn quickly and meet a speculative stare.
And if I enter a room where I’d been
discussed, it is obvious. I can tune in
to what you are feeling right now.
The world is a connected field.
We used to toddle about,
tripping on every unfiltered perception
before choosing survival. A butterfly’s
enticing dance is ignored for the speeding
car. We learn to cautiously keep
our attention on what can harm us.
And that’s a good thing,
as it brought us here. Now
I am ready to return
to childlike wonder,
give up the belief that I know you
— or anyone or anything. So as I
notice and embrace my habits
of survival, I can wiggle
like my two-year-old teacher.
I keep asking: What is this?
Who are you?
Wanna play?

Inspired by the Daily Addictions Prompt: Transform

I recycle 2016 Daily Word Prompts: Clouds

Daily Ragtag Prompt: Fluke

I’m playing poet by combining these three prompts daily. It’s fun!