Where We Chime

There’s no talk of revolution
it’s all resolutions by prisoners
of time. Led by unnatural rhymes
every year inspired to begin
at the ending, the fire
peters out in the cold, no
stellar underpinning in the time
of war. Our calendar ignores
the natural beats: our breath,
our heart the door of true
perception interrupted by
a clock. Tick-tock anxiety
society: what will you manifest
this year? You’re stressed
to count the ways you’re
blessed within the cruel
cage that no one sees
or mentions. Well, I’m not
grateful for the living wage,
I cannot play inside these years,
walking lockstep toward the
inescapable past, looking for
one thing that’s changeable.
Funhouse mirrors reflect all
our illusions, on call as if
there’s some other place to go.
Some other heart to know.
There’s no appointment for
tomorrow. Unfettered now
bestows each breath, each
pulsing beat and we reflect
light shimmering
inside of skin. Like trees
reaching for ancestral stars
sparkling the heavens
where we chime
outside of time.

Inspired by: Ending, Stellar, Reflect and Begin and some gorgeous trees at my favorite park.

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Girl Power!

We cease our labor, dive
into that fling your arms
around joy when you get
gotten. Fire uncovered
under pastel pretties,
our blaze begotten,
we discover girl power!
The musical beings we are
empower each other beyond
the scoffing provable hypotheses.
Doffing those scientific hats
we’re up to bat.
They doubt what we know
bound to their blinders
saying what’s so with
constant reminders of
facts they’ve learned in books.
We take a look and see
they’ve forgotten their experiments
need them, spirit-
less evidence decreed
crystals are just rocks,
for the lack of a voice box.
Soured by their lack of magic,
and even though that’s tragic,
we slide around their tricky
doubts, weaving our knowing
through their stance
without a single glance
to see if they’ll follow.
Listen: I’m a warrior for
sentience, it’s all stardust
wherever you are. Sitting criss-
cross applesauce with younglings
we discover how to run
rings around the stagnant
places. We do fun things:
offer handmade impossible
treats, our pizza flavors:
blueberry love
is our favorite. Singing
the new grove as we co-
create reality with no limits.
In harmony we offer
our hearts: just try one bite,
you’ll see just how we be.

Inspired by: Discover, Labor, Musical, Pastel and a visit with lovely grandnieces.

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New Year’s Treasure

Emails crashing in bringing
flotsam like high tide, mixed
feelings, everybody’s seized
My 20/20 Vision. The net
cast wide, but the appeals
fill up my Spam, let’s take
a hiatus from the scam.
Ophthalmologist’s jingo
scientific theoretical lingo
no longer serves. What swerves
us into newness on this journey
demands that we find trueness
in our words–pleas on these
surging seas. Being clever
seeking verve isn’t ever
gonna move us. Touch a nerve.
Just beyond the known
in the ever expanding now
the seeds we’ve sown
invisible somehow
open the year. We’ve grown
past the parameters of
reality. To proclaim
I don’t know will free
the inspiration lighting
darkened places in our
newly celebrated loving faces.

Inspired by: A deluge of emails, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt year, theoretical, mixed feelings, journey and hiatus.

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Where Power Emerges

Here I am, changing my
beliefs, with giant leaps
of faith. Superpowers unseen
by my pliant sheep emerge
in this interval city scene
caught in the aftermath
of a popular holiday

designed to lure
children into the sight
of a beneficent old white
man bearing gifts. Wholeheartedly
receiving obvious miracles,
the rifts of machinations
buried deep in the foundations.
Still, it’s a choice: do you
believe Santa Claus is true?
And at the edge of the precipice
of knowledge, a youth can glimpse
the edifice.

Here is the place
of power.

Can we learn to
discern–understanding the myth
presented by parents’ delighted
glory, not saying, they lie,
instead realize it’s all story.
In the surge of cultural dogma,
ancestral tugs and frantic
trauma, fragmented selves say
in panic, this is real!
caught in the riptide
dragging under.

Listen: the voice
that tells of peril is true
freedom if only we can perceive
the inner demons, loosening
their grip give them the slip
in the expanded space of now.

Inspired by: Interval, Freedom, Popular and Aftermath.

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We Lift Them

At five she reminds me
morning comes gently, a kiss
wriggled greeting and so
my spiritual practice becomes
a measured walk along the rain-
drenched city streets. Here
in the island submerged
by the tsunami of Amazon’s
insidious vendition and Google’s
artful manipulation, the trash
along the walk proclaims
allegiance to the holiday
of spending. The taped boxes
ripped, the handsome wrapping
flapping in the stuffed bins.
We exchange our gifts daily:
breath with trees, holding
this wide embrace for
the voiceless beings. Ahead,
a young teen walks his frantic
puppy, lifts a song
in a surprise of depth
and I am moved by his
bold melody, the words indistinct
but clearly we praise together.

Inspired by: Tape, Handsome, Spiritual and Vendition.

Soundcloud recording here.  And the gift of folks like Laykx who give new beats freely and rock my poetry world.


Dancing Into Being

We’re a moving universe
revealing our new faces
to our warm regard.
I used to believe
the crystals that accompany
my travels protect me
as if negative forces
could infect my clean
interior.  Now I see

these sacred stones entrain and
energize the wise meditative
witch. Dark and light,
I walk with potential
triggers and
amethyst and tachyon
remind me to sit
in my base. Jade heats
my throat and these lapis
lazuli mala beads whirled
worlds strung together.

When we meet,
let’s  greet with curiosity.
Especially when the dark
places rise as if to say
here, here I emerge.
Hold. Still. Bear witness
to the long-buried treasure
I offer in this exquisite
moment you could judge
as trouble. Let our vision

of the imprisoned voice
a celebration: let’s
extol the excluded.
Scoff at the dangers
arising in the constant
gauge of what is right and good
and who is safe. And sound:
strike up the band.
Even as we sit in silence,
realize we’re marching in this
extravagant parade.  Go
into the living air
and care for what’s been missing.

Inspired by: Go, Band, Extol and Gauge.

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This Is The Path

So much to digest
the buoyant trauma bobbing up
escaping my firm and
constant pressure to keep
this drama contained.
Letting all the content
settle under calm
guidance, a transmission
irradiates the presence,
diamonds formed from coal.
All the dark and fearful
places, shunned, unknown
arise in us. I’m tearful
as I recognize in you
in me, in us, love’s
intelligence, the will
to live, protecting innocence.
This lost and hungry child
in you, in me, in us,
so long exiled, we welcome
now. There is no better
you. The Tao simply includes.

Inspired by: Settle, Buoyant, Irradiate and Guidance.

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