Star Signs

In fact, the deeper you explore the concept of freedom, the more you realize that creating something new, and creating that occurs outside a tight chain of prior cause and effect, are very much a part of what freedom means.  Understanding these factors should be liberating.~Jon Rappoport

These planets hang low, ripe and attentive
arriving early in the aid designed
out of time. Repeat their names, retentive
in the grid-fail conversations defined

in lost books, ancestral lore metaphor
streamlined efficacy to pass secrets
why we’re who we are, what this world is for
new cycle ushers in, erasing debts

and enslavement. In the foretold crumbling
of the narrative, we rise insightful
creativity our birthright rumbling
now as we imagine free delightful.

Inspired by: Conversation, Aid, Design and Efficacy.

Featured image by Space.

Look Up, Check In

Happy Day of Universal Peace and Galactic Freedom

This is a beautiful place, magical
bird messengers cajole the breeze. Solar
gifts are streaming down, sun gazing eyeful
I’m beside myself moving in pure flow

when I uncouple now from time’s driving
check in with my future self, this discrete
being an illusion, all that striving
just a game. Breathe in and out. Now repeat.

Inspired by: Magical, Cajole, Discrete, Driving and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: check/cheque/Czech.

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

Today I Shine

I cannot see the whole; I’m mired in
trivia, belief-relics of tortured child-
hood strategies that brought me here. I live
through miracles and loving words compiled

a true foundation upon which I glide.
Reactions or triggers, I relinquish
all, surrender to the light idyllic
excursion into joy. What is vanquished

is the judgment. I stand true alive and
loving in connected space, accepting
what emerges with new eyes, so I thrive
with shadowed pieces I’ve been rejecting.

Inspired by: Trivia, Glide, Idyllic and Excursion.

Love’s Freedom Codes

Be sure to unplug from the scramble of narratives often; it literally interferes with your coherence…Only empower the thoughts, words, actions and feelings you desire to see manifested.~Sandra Walter

Imagine with no restraints, release each
misperception society’s imposed
the muck and drama to the roots exposed
collective trauma symptoms rise and teach

a wave must break upon the shore. Grackles
now enter this stanza with a scold aimed
at my crude philosophizing cackles
the world goes by, by habit join the game

Unplug! Don’t watch these systems burn; you’ll choke
on ashes, mourn the failing gadgets, flee
freedom, seek the old familiar yoke.
See with your heart, reclaim reality!

Laid off and disempowered how can we
regain our feet, the food we eat revolved
on lack and greed—these old beliefs dissolve.
What’s real—what I call love—emerges free.

Inspired by: Layoff, and Gadget

Anything Is Possible

We explore subconscious with tenderness
to begin cognizant of wilderness
interior, we claim these feelings rush
–no poke and post, accuse–with rigorous

logic we nail down the primal essence
no reason to react, we give presence
to those triggered by fear, so powerless
unable to see rejuvenescence

our conscience awakes, insight streams like light
the narrative flips, what looked wrong or right
emerges, necessary steps for growth
the planet hums vibratory preflight

Open to love, imagination soars
we claim each evil deed, we hear the roars
all of our shadows long abhorred arise
we look into each others’ eyes, clear doors.

Inspired by Begin, Wilderness, Cognizant, Conscience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “nail”.  

Featured image: my grandson brought some old monster/soldiers to play with, and I told him I didn’t like their energy.  So he got out the crystals and cleaned them.  

Go Figure

The embers are cool, and I have lost
the eyes of long regard and so alone
I face my darkest corners, create
a ledge and perch watchful.

This is the glitch I spy
from far below, peeking with
frightened courage. Overwhelmed
by life’s adventure, everything

strained, the ice holding
beyond the boiling water.
If I could cut a romantic
figure, I’d persuade you to

look deep into my heart
the way I do and with such calm
kindness hold the sinewy
dark cords pulling insistent.

More and more space, there’s a
crowd and I can’t catch
my breath. Sidereal Sun’s in
Aquarius. Earth quickens

toward spring. Moon flirts
with fullness. Deep in spaces
of unclaimed dreams, do you
invite the end of the world?

Do you ask if you are worthy,
do you wish someone to show
exactly how to love?
Fairytale-rescues of

powerless, bound
by magical powers unseen.
I set out to see the world
and find love. And do we all?

Is love a luxury? All these words
of course lead me astray.
I sit in quiet, greet
each moment precisely.

And when a thought proclaims,
you’re not who/what/why/where
you should be, yes, and
I learn, oh, this is love.

 

I Arrive

At the big box store I recognize
a wailing child–new to my eyes
and yet I’ve sung those notes,
tightly buckled in a cart, mother
engrossed and boggled so ignores
the tiny being’s outraged roars.
I pause to give my presence, meet
the tearful eyes, witness her hiccupped
surprise. We look. It’s clear
there’s nothing to be done
or said. We’re here. The gift
of my expanded space and her
receptive face. She’s heard.
I see she’s vital in this day-
light chance encounter. She
was frightened when compassion
found her. I hold her gaze.
They move away in sudden
silence. And now what guides us
is the warm regard that says
we are together, there’s no
alone, unheard, unseen; there’s
deep embracing presencing.
Her power recognized–she changed
my way! Alerting me to the web
and what’s in play
the echoes sing just underfoot
opening to the new input
we choose connection, we embrace
each other with true affection.
Arriving home, I put on paper
the steps that surely wake her.
I hear you. I see you.
Your heart is true.
Your voice is strong.
Nothing to say. Nothing to do.
We simply step as we belong.

Inspired by: Paper, Daylight, Vital, Boggle

Boiling Frogs

I declare a media shutdown, mute
the system volume that blares

and jeopardizes my relationship
to love. Subtle insidious streams

debut as innocence until I scald
accustomed to the boiling. My error

becomes clear when I refuse to hear
the beating drums. To jump, I focus

on world-people (those without bombs
or obscene hoards of cash) kind and

open-hearted. I walk my talk and
greet peace-lovers and child-raisers,

dog-walkers and home-fixers. We
make our way through days informed

by songs of care-takers and meal-makers.
All concerned with the tones that

matter emerging from our heart-
set intentions to evolve.

Inspired by: Debut, Error, Jeopardize and Accustomed.