Oh, Only You

Jack True believed the
 consistent 
invention
 of
 alternate
 realities
 could
 go
 a
 long
 way 
toward 
resolving
 personal
 problems 
that,
 as
 it 
turned 
out,
 were
 a
 function
 of
 “accepting
 reality
 as 
it
 was.”~Jon Rappoport, The Matrix Revealed

“Charged with the transmutation…of all things….sing with abandon and without any insistence on being understood.” Rainer Maria Rilke

Bluebirds settle in the nest vacated;
the hatched chickadees have relocated
far from diving red-winged blackbirds’ heist of
the very air. Blue vibrant life-mated

filling the space carved by sheer bravery
unfolding. How to expose slavery
illuminated with love’s precision?
The sly block of mind-controlled behavior

so subtly placed beyond propaganda
layers and layers of lies, unseen brand
designed to enslave me. I leave you now
to your fate.  Beliefs may strand or expand.

The noggin exposed to your heart will lead
you, darling. Here’s my blessing: do succeed!
I’m reaching through the ether electric
pure intentional creation proceeds

lit by my claimed sovereignty. Namaste
my love! Calm waters reflect clear today
yet every ripple demands: look deeper
at what we label real and where we stay.

 

Doors of Perception

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” ― Aldous Huxley

This morning in the portal by the lake
my heart exults. New visitors appear:
a cinnamon singer–I came ill-prepped,
dashing back to the human realm for books
and binoculars. Oh, brown thrasher, sing
our true connection. From this moment on
inform my now with highest intent: love
bypasses the television-controlled
lethargic worried minds fatigued by non
sequiturs, an incessant house sparrow’s chipping.  I sit with birds, we electric
beings on the brink of discovery,
awakening again and again to
new creation always buzzing, humming
sacred unknowable unmoving light.

 

Featured image of a brown thrasher found here.