Kaleidoscopes in Love

Photonic light frequencies amplify everything, lifting the self-imposed veils so you may examine, release and clear what does not serve. Zero focus on what you don’t desire. Amplify the Light and it will blast the distortions into a faded memory.~Sandra Walter

I sleep easily in the banshee cries
my mighty intangible ancestry
a river running through me the polished 
stones in my banks hidden treasure revealed 

a cinch though I can’t see, moving in the 
current yesterday’s anguish escapes my 
grip, I’m flow as each distortion rises
to my calling, I am falling in love 

now, this power rising as I receive 
what I project, ah, true love, once so mis-
construed as rainbow-lit sanctuary,
backs turned, the family’s pause just before

entering the box called home.  Illusion
disappearing, darling, it’s time to move 
on, creativity aware passion 
ignites imagination in full flight.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Intangible, Cinch, Mighty!, Banshee and the OctPoWriMo Day 16 prompt: turning things inside up and upside down.

Rising In Truth

Be cheerfully devoted to shedding your certainties. Lose your attachment to the beliefs and theories you tend to overly rely on. Make yourself as empty and clear and spacious as you possibly can.~Rob Brezsny

There is no chart for these hot waters when
new lands emerge while we’re asleep deprived
of inner compasses, we stir alive
in the deep reckoning. Where we’ve been

is of no consequence. Habits adrift
clamor, stuck in story. How then to shift
automatic vehicles streamlined, cruising
faster than we feel as we’re losing

ground? Morning comes, a frog is swimming dire
along the slanted blue edge. I inquire
if she needs aid. She nears and peers above
and so together we create true love’s

miracles, giving and receiving. She
pauses for a photo and we breathe the
new medium. I point her toward the pond.
Now she must cross this broad green swath alone.

Birds watch and call. Intention’s radiance
deflates cultists’ lockstep obedience.
This woman never follows silly lies.
I poke some holes, walk free, aim the truth’s rise.

Inspired by: Hot, Chart, Asleep and Deprive and this frog, after the rescue. Tilly and the Rescued

Rising Frequency

If you don’t know you are being fed false information, then how can you avoid forming a false picture of reality? And if you form that false picture, then you guide your own behavior inside that framework–Which means you’re limiting your own behavior and perception.~Jon Rappoport

Back when I shriveled in the noxious fumes
air, water and food imbued with toxins
I acquired a diagnosis or two
by doctors flummoxed, their knowledge boxed in

tight by the medical cartel, controlled
and muted in the politics of drugs.
The Hippocratic Obligation to
harm none lost along the wayside. Now thugs

carrying out orders from above, not
the most high, that Christed healing decried.
I found my way. I got in tune. I thought
that I could sing a healing song, denied

by people so invested in the score
of fear and retribution, war and lack.
My voice rising, my instrument, my core
vibrating to the frequency love track

of joy! Yes, even in the chaos all
around, you’ll feel my tender sound. I hear
the symphony in you. You’ll wake and call
across the stage where we’re all tuning: Here!

Inspired by:Obligation, Shrivel, Acquire and Noxious

Break Down

There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We’ve said all there is to say.~Tom Petty

Consider the moon. Magnetic control
until we matriculate, feel the sole
source beyond the solar system. Our goal
to say enough! Reclaim, regain our soul.

I know these words might irk; the usual
suspects–meanings perverted, heavy, full
of propaganda and political
mal-intent. Let’s jump into potential

like a baby, attuned to the sky clock
stepping free from all of the false constructs.
What day is it anyway, as we mock
the attempts to corral the sheepish flock.

Here I am to save the day! In my own
peculiar way. Break another phone.
Electrified. You can’t track how I’ve grown
awake, I see I’ve never been alone.

Inspired by Matriculate, Baby, Enough!, Usual, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: What day is it, anyway?, the current breakdown of the ancient control systems on the planet and my favorite live version of Break Down as the crowd jumps in and Tom Petty warns, “You’re gonna put me out of a job.”  Here’s to the new earth and all the new ways of being–and farewell to all the old jobs that no longer serve the whole!

Judge Not Lest

Honor myriad distinctions of each
necessary voice, apt I now teach
allegiance to the one who has no name
beyond political religions preach

I’ve jumped into judgment, swan dives into
duality, polarized black and blue
from the beatings I inflict on myself
swallowing the bait once more. My aim true

you’re me, sacred fractals divinity
bursting alive to know complexity
in its simplicity unveiled. Quiet
allows what looks through me. Humility

embraced, I see my face, sweet longing
for a taste. Merging with love’s belonging.
Eyes on the now! The planet shifts and quakes
atremble, full of graceful beings thronging.

Inspired by Honor, Distinction, Apt and Allegiance.