Imagination is the often-forgotten force in the core of the human being. Our problems, at the core, exist only because we have “misplaced an infinity.”~Jon Rappoport*
Sharp September early wrapped in fleece
I remember waiting for the sun. At peace,
eclectic ways to feel into
electric body riveting, pivoting
now, well met, fast-moving clouds!
My travail allows inspection
of the golden-gleamed horizon.
Sipping coffee slow and warm
my morning bluejays warn poignant
and pointed. Even serenity
is a star poking into absurd
totalitarian measures. I don’t partake.
That brand of Koolaid just tastes
fake. I see the stain all around
your panicked eyes, gone: smiles or frowns.
Succumb and lose identity, masked
and frail, breath denied. Sometimes
it seems a dream. I thought there were many
more alive, but I see drones
apologetic and rueful, cowed,
reading posted rules. Now what’s allowed?
I remember waiting for the light
in months like these. Now I simply bring
myself, sovereign alive sparking love
and curiosity. There’s no masked
stranger staring in my mirror. Look at me
model how common sense
walks the world. Freely breathe.
I don’t always have to rhyme.
Sun now appears and I step out of time.
Inspired by: Serenity, Riveting, Eclectic, Travail and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Sharp and Exit From The Matrix*, a life-changing imagination course by Jon Rappoport that I highly, highly recommend.