Silence is consent. And silence where life and liberty is at stake, where by a timely protest we could stay the destroyer’s hand, and do not do so, is as criminal as giving actual aid to the oppressor, for it answers his purpose.~Ernestine Rose
In the dark hours before dawn, I rise
and bid the ogreish nightmares goodbye. Face in the mirror, hand over my heart I pledge my unique gifts. I’ll do my part.
My soul’s obligation is to embrace
while saying I do not consent. This place and time show clearly what is durable. The fear and greed recipe’s curable.
Be light and dance, I am advised. Shadows
chastise and all that I’ve despised disclose the work I’ve yet to do, illuminate the poorly written script as it deflates.
Inspired by: Durable, Ogreish and Obligation.
I eat my peas with honey. I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, but it keeps them on the knife.
I hang out with a six-year-old, discuss
cosmography and medicine and thus expose the lies of our entrainment-ken nonsensical theories we must defend
because it’s so. Unravel all I know:
a tapestry woven by clever foes instilling false beliefs like pretty fluff we carry unexamined off the cuff.
Segue to dark: grovel, beg my liver
release the arrows stored in your quiver anger tips venom-coated deadly aimed to take flight, fell the enemies I blamed
and claimed have caused the ills in this moment.
This sore throat’s yesterday’s hurt bestowment and weapons I’ve created to take arms I release. I will not cause myself harm.
Inspired by: Grovel, Pretty, Flight, Segue, and Moment.
Featured image: Honey medicine. A little goes a long, long way.
The dawn of a new day reveals everything changed.~Laura Walker
The spiral path of learning twists and turns
reveals niggling hurts ready to burn stowed in the overwhelm in caverns sealed so long ago, forgotten in the field
latent, ignored behind the screens of years
powerful extracts formed distilling fears. This is the medicine I self-create infused with feelings condensed to filtrates
and as I step watchful through each new gate
intentional release, with love curate I heal myself, changing, touched by new sun reaching through winter’s chill, I am undone.
Inspired by: Extract, Screen, Latent and Stow.
For Carolyn Sue on her birthday.
Sitting on the floor as sun spills golden
through the green, green leaves, puppy emboldened brings her scrumptious bone and chews by my side then chases tail. Exuberance provides
the path to rejuvenation
grief and sorrow detonation
I am opened wide before this display
antics, mischief, a desire to play
The need for qualifications release
let experts drone, opine. I am at peace with wisdom carved from my own conscious breath greet certainties of life: sun, stars and death.
Inspired by: Scrumptious, Detonate, Rejuvenate, Before and a puppy who is helping me today on my deceased mother’s birthday.
Featured image: After I texted my pup’s former owners with an update, she cuddled with this pink blankie she’s had since she was tiny. Before that, she posed (below).
In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s, there are few.~Suzuki Roshi
I carted taradiddle til the weight
unbalanced topsy-turvy. The debate abstract white-coated pill-pushers prescribed without a cause or cure. They have been bribed
to deal in poisons. When I cleared my mind
and firmly told them that I must decline they rebuked my noncompliance though I pointed out their science
theoretical at best
just an educated guess
that failed to take into account
the human biome’s paramount. Toxins to soothe symptoms is tantamount to throwing oil on flames. Their body count
convinced me a beginner’s mind ensures
wellness. Change is an inside job, for sure.
Inspired by: Beginner, Abstract and Cart.
Although I came a knowing spark of life,
the feedback I received called “love” the strife of competition for a share of care. I aimed to win. I learned fast to beware
and so my birthright sensibility
faded incognito even to me. I kept a mere acquaintance with my soul until I realized that to be whole
the early cryptic programming must be
deciphered and the code released, once seen, as disentangling the toxic threads with focus and compassion, true love spreads
Inspired by: Feedback, Spark, Acquaintance and Incognito.
Back when I entrenched my passive hubris
the modern way, soothing to improve this inflammation, any symptom a clue I’d medicate, unquestioned, bleary, brew
of my own fermentation, unheeded
a total paradigm shift was needed. There is no magic pill–harmful construct that leads us–victims–to flee what obstructs
our easy flow. Programmed to find comfort
in stasis, disease and its discomfort familiar places, we give names to fear building our forts in diagnoses dear
propaganda dissonance calcifies
we’re hypnotized to ignore our own cries looking outward for rescue, hurt, lonely when inward change is how we heal, only.
Inspired by: Passive, Soothing, Entrench and Bleary.
Featured image by Robin Scheiner with Delauney effect filter.
Positive vitality is what keeps us healthy.~Jon Rappoport
Rockefeller’s selling–so lucrative–
oil byproducts snake oil for putative symptom redress made a mess for the real ways in which people can heal. Such a steal
inverting knowledge of one’s own terrain
by postulating outside forces gain power invisibly and then to say drugs are the answer and we must all pay
The lies persist to this day. Germ theory
unproven through a century’s query. Money talks. Logic balks. The genuine rejuvenation can only decline.
And so awake embodied pilgrim whole
uniquely primed to follow one’s own soul must forge the path to wellness, listening inner guidance curative christening.
Inspired by: Pilgrim, Lucrative, Genuine and Heal.