Ask yourself: what is the underlying basis of reality?~Jon Rappoport
In each shocking moment send your grounded
zing deep and high and widening torus
sheer joy flows this way, the present sounded
like a bell—your ringing being porous
—the opposite of perfunctory claiming
unready, so scurry to define
racism deep-woven culture proclaiming
nothing’s here, all’s good, everything’s fine—
The new skies demand the way out of doors
tumbling barefoot, energy’s aligned
so many shouting in the distance, floors
and foundations crumbling, so much to mine
Shh. Be still. Imagination wild now,
eyes open, play a what-if game, or dream
a new paradigm. I’m sure you know how.
Give-receive each gift with deep listening.
Inspired by: Scurry, Perfunctory, Unready and Racism.
Featured image is a rose of sharon blossom with the kaleidoscope effect.
The intense frustration and surrender that develops like an oyster shell around THE WORLD that is in us and outside us—we have to break down that shell and get to the place where the fire is hot and burning and we have to create and talk from there. From THERE. ~Jon Rappoport
As the mists clear and the lies rise we see
clearly the divide and conquer fables
fed to us from births as slaves–never free
powering culpable elite tables
Alive, the trees casting thousands of seeds
unnoticed in virtual screen presence
we’re masked and isolated, kept in need.
I offer succor found in frondescence.
Every word disempowers. Be still now.
The world reveals each tender moment. How
I hold the knowing, secret flames showing
the way. Create! Outside of time flowing.
Inspired by: Virtual, Frondescence, Culpable, Succor and more fun with river rocks in my featured image.
Create intentional receptivity during this summer solstice (20 June, 2020, 5:44 p.m. EDT), the annular solar eclipse (21 June 2020 2:40 a.m. EDT), and new moon (21 June 2020 2:41 a.m. EDT). There is much power available for the sovereign being.
Deep in my being is a fierce tender
place ready to alight in compassion
and grace. I must be still
I settle in
almost electrified by energies
I’ve felt in my mature synergy.
The sun beams strong, alive, afire
We let go of the nightmare story, dire
and unreal that fear has grown.
Wake up, so sensitive and all alone.
This uniquely necessary heart song
required NOW! Sing out, my dear.
Love’s the only current. Let it steer.
Inspired by Mature, Ready, Almost, Compassion and the huge impactful energy available right now!
…love needs to run the show.~Thomas Huebl
Each factoid conflates and the
twittering ensues: a chirp of doubt
a caw of derision cues uneasy
flutters of the flock, buffleheads
suddenly alert. A silent bald
eagle swoops spiraling
a kick of panic, they rise
called to scatter, frantic.
It seems that things are breaking
away. The landscape shifts
earth shaking, heart aching.
Eerie, empty and the lap
of water here where I anchor
settle my electric nerves
though I may wish to fly
I find I’m rooted in relation.
How may I serve you?
Reactions seek ground. Out of
the box confined, away from
the flickering nervous screen
I bow before this glorious
life delightful flow
through me in ways
I cannot say. Silent now
leave the fray. Together
we will find a path
that’s kind. We go within.
Embrace the fear awaiting
I’m with you. In connection
we will hold a space
for what is true
emerging in our humble grace.
Today I sing my own decree,
follow my intuitive nudges
dance with my grumbling grudges
and dreams about how it should
be–the shoulds that keep me
blind and deaf. The music’s
now! These groaning trees,
this patch of snow, the bit
of blue and white as the gray
grows to include a vastness
cursory glances ignore.
And I embrace poetry
and warm gazes, holding
hands and awkward hugs,
and when I can’t be with you,
I’ll be with me, glorious
wild woman spinning free.
Inspired by: Convivial, Frivolous, Pressure and Can’t.