Jade and amethyst and breath steer me through
this confusion. Wearing gemstone allies as the muddy tracks pull and suck and skew my perceptions. This road narrows, surprise
turning and the refuge that excited
disappears in this new conflagration. What rises to be embraced, once slighted and shunned, revealed: the key to creation.
Ally, Refuge, Excited and Jade.
As the sun flare knocks me out, I’m changing
in ways language can’t track. “I take a nap.” In the dark, pugnacious, I’m exchanging fighting words with my reflections. Unwrap
the filters, the false narratives which shred
upon inspection. Witness, at peace, clues, insights: natural power strips dead ways. Each slave collar revealed. In the true
expansion of now, I lift my controls
self-imposed despite the stories spoonfed from birth. A tourist in a strange new land I embrace the sun. Illusions, moon-led
no longer. I am the song’s harmony.
I bring unstinting praise. Blessings, dear world. Rippling like light, I touch wordlessly the change, allowing as my dark unfurls.
Pugnacious, Peace, Natural and Tourist.
As the planetary grid comes singing
in joy-waves galactic, my own zinging
rejoices. This 3-D reality
can’t contain me. Intentions’ voices seen
finally. My fingers recoil, can’t touch
this keyboard energy, laden too much.
I switch to pen and ink. I sit and think
how to clean up my act. Here on the brink
of the new ways, my devices surf waves
old and clunky technology that gave
a means of control that we, sweet earthlings,
soon outgrow. We create our own. What brings
you out of dysfunction’s comfort? Blood
ties revealed as nacre. Irritants flood
and pummel us, closed in and making pearls
’til we open the new portals of worlds.
Blood, Rejoice, Comfort and Nacre.
I perceive waiting. To own this requires
a quiet center. Breath like a call to now. And I confess, my first leap desires justice and judgment and blamethrower boos.
It’s wake up outside of time while cleaning
the bathroom toxin-free. Winter window fresh air seeping and the vacuum leaning comfortably waiting his turn. And so
the morning flows with honor a sacred
currency. I do not buy lies. They bore me, puny attempts don’t rise. My street cred dismal and I start anew. To the core
after rooting each emotion in the
putrid wounds that I expose for my worth my head and deeper than my heart expand This power is the one they seize at birth.
It’s not out there. We powerfully breathe
and create the thoughts (on what do you dwell? Or has insidious narrative soothed you into distraction inaction?) Hell
is over, fun times, y’all. This holy verse
is my fractal of our deepest love. Matter emerging in responsive universe
knowledge evidence illusion shattered
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by the generous Fandango, whose prompt this morning, putrid, filled me with revulsion–and was excluded from the other prompts. Strange how cleaning the bathroom allowed it to emerge. Thanks, fivedotoh, for inspiring me daily.
This one is in the style I’m creating on my work in progress as I describe the emergence of the new earth.
The Revelation Wave lifts the veils on what has been created – personally and globally. For many, it is profound realization of Higher Truth….Forgiveness is necessary; the heightened dismantling will demand quick processing. Reveal, choose the highest interests of all, forgive, release, move on~Sandra Walter
My life ripples. The full moon pulls a fast
one, disappears as horizon-glint rose- gold reveals old architecture. The past dissolving in the weight of my wild prose.
As illusions rise, I claim creation’s
ambient flow: word, thought action repair my choice. My correction. These relations out of sync, I won’t succumb to despair.
Praise the snitches and whistleblowers. Light
moves in waves we cannot fathom. The deep unveiling reveals resources new, bright and unexpected. Assailing dwines. Leap
illuminates the way into now. Play
with all your heart, no holding back. Receive every breath. Miracles unfold. Day dawns. Alert, our sentries demand: Qui vive?
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Resource, Ambient, Succumb, Architecture and Snitch.
Featured image is a woodpecker landing high in a sunlit tree in the woods yesterday. One of woodpecker’s messages is: be alert! Opportunity comes knocking.
“Who will save your soul, if you won’t save your own?”~Jewel
Addicted to inks, I follow the flow
with supplies to illuminate these maps of the terrain I’ve encountered so far. Still it is best to create your own. Traps
say we are rising in groups filled with grace
to levitate above ego-driven constructs; old edifices weave bold-faced lies no more. I’m not a herd person. When
I see the light, a modicum of sense
insists we enter now alone. Brace, heart, your new insight lifts you into love, whence you come. Don’t look back. The ripples you start
flinging yourself into living waters
create new realities you may not perceive until the veils are lifted. First help yourself, then receive all you’ve long sought.
Inspired by: Weaves, Modicum and Levitate.
This white swan on the river signifies the presence of angels all around you, offering the exact wisdom you need precisely now.
Sudden gratitude reveals reflections
so patiently held up course corrections
are addictive. Now is intensity
then falling back into the density.
How do I wake when fidelity flares
another rosy path? I hold. My cares
a frenzy I cling to no more. Mortal
and this sacred vessel my portal
and all of these new sensibilities
amplify my wild curiosity
Here at the top of my game, I ascertain
words cannot express tao cannot explain.
Inspired by: Amplify, Ascertain, Fidelity and Frenzy.
The preponderance of the evidence
excludes whole swaths of reality. Here’s the clitoris, tranquil on the surface deemed impertinent (and I’d wager feared)
by male anatomists who empower
what’s hanging obvious dangle from birth. I’m all about revelation. Power rises as hidden places reveal girth.
Inspired by: Birth, Preponderance, Impertinent and Tranquil. And this article on the clitoris sent to me by the indomitable Susan B.
Featured image is from an anatomically correct 3-D model of the clitoris (You could hold this in your hand for less than $20; search for them on etsy.com!)
Anatomical 3D clitoris model from this article in Atlantic.
Here the first now fall of snow
melts graciously on the roads, picture perfect white delight. I’m wearing gifts though I’ve worn out my welcome. Doughty heart sure
rejection abandonment betrayal
the dark motifs which hosted my disease. There is no death. Requesting wherewithal and sanctuary, where I’ll feel at ease.
Rise up, fear. In the early dawn, gobble
my illusions. I present you to sun. Disappear amorphous vapor. Trouble, my salvation, in now your cycle’s done.
Inspired by: Gobble, Motif, Vapor and Doughty. And deep healing of long-hidden patterns as I open more and more to now.
When the earth comes back into alignment
and the planets sing in joy, harmony restored, celebrate our intertwinement: connect in the knowing field part of me.
I’m cleaning up my act, leaving a map
in case you find I am a step ahead and all these waves fill you with dread, entrap you with fear too turbulent to steer. Spread
those wings you’ve hidden from yourself. Exalt.
Never a figment, your awesome power. Accept your crown. The breakup of your faults fuels your roar. Enter now empowered.
Inspired by: Breakup, Figment, Crown, Roar and Fault.