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.  Freestylin’ this one to a beat called Okay. This is so much fun.  Really lovin’ my December task of spoken rhymes.

Soundcloud link: here.

Let Your Light Shine

Your vigilance now, and your determination to hold the planet in your love, are the keys to unlocking the kingdom.~Patricia Cori

Tuesday’s elaborate energy
work—full moon, partial eclipse

and Mercury retrograde—pulled
distraction devices from my field.

The wrenching pain sent me into sleep
visits in universes, informed

by matter. I strove to balance
all of my being. I don’t know

about yourself, but I scribble art
in parallel places—create

architecture, poetry and
flight. Every relationship that stalled

here, lives on a dreamscape away.
Bringing all of us up to speed

took Wednesday. Today I wake
to a stilled and sullen world.

Twitter has turned unappealing
black. Only the ugliest

political voices fill blue
screens. I sail past the battery

of bitter recriminations,
the fear-born anger. Do you know

in our quiet inner spaces,
we connect in light? Intricate

internet far surpassing this
technology wielded to control

us with subverted crystals.
I see you shining above

the murky fog. Our love glitters
across the darkened planet.

Rooted in the deep places where
fear is not, this rollercoaster

of perceptions allowed to thrill,
and we’re laughing in the face of

inimical would-be masters
because at last, at long last

we know what is illusion
and what is real.

Inspired by: Battery, Elaborate,  Scribble and Yourself and DaKara Kies’ energy work.