Repeat After Me: Freedom, Freedom

Your power is in divine neutrality.  Be calm, meditate.  Focus on the light.  Ignore the puppet show.  Worry energizes the lower agendas.  Words are power.  What you speak Creates.  Be aligned and examine the words.  Express the higher light.  Hold the balance so we can unfold with ease and grace.  If you want to get on board, jump on now.  Redesign.” ~Sandra Walter.

A robin bold and busy arrives. A green heron
flies in and melts into the shore while
the house sparrow scolds in a tuneless repetition.
The morning is quiet when it leaves

oh, there are other sounds. The red-winged blackbirds
abrupt-trill dive, their forsythia nest hidden deep.
The swallow watches, filling up the birdbox hole.
The Carolina chickadee tiny and unobtrusive slips

imperceptible in the periphery
of my attention. In my brief glance
a goldfinch and an oriole pause
to acknowledge my presence.

In the background rumble the deep
indistinct voices I called difficulties
before I learned to place them with sacred
love on the high altar, over and over.

I cannot solve this from the mind
that created these difficulties. And yes,
I claim them: Mine! Spun of cotton candy,
energized by my worry, I leave them

in the open air, the light, the rain
to their fate. Bless courage and faith
and when I lift my pen and gaze
a hummingbird arrives to drink and fill

outside of time in the simultaneous now
that every word disturbs though my intent
remains to enter the next level of my awakening
which is to say, our own birthing in now.

Inspired by a meditative morning and the wild expansion the entire planet is experiencing right now.  

Blessings and aloha.  Be safe.

By Any Other Name

Green heron, shy, lovely, not green

red and gray and blue, white

and yellow, huddled now like a shore

rock, while mourning doves flutter

and half-step, red-winged blackbirds

kiss in midair, swallows dive and orioles

sing orange from behind green leaves.

Still and patient, solitude

alert amid the dance in the air

watching too the flickers underwater

spelling us all into forgetfulness

with all of that unmoving

does my awareness touch 

your sinking deeper into the tall

grasses, not here, shhh, all

the disjointed improbable colors

gentle-blended into the quiet waiting.

Each of us, uniquely qualified

step into the role of our lifetimes

being here now with loving hearts.

Inspired by a patient, shy green heron.

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