Leap of Faith

“It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.” 
― Claude Monet

These draconian schemes sloppily writ
uncertain citizens firmly to tamp
into the pipe—worries gone when it’s lit!
Hardpressed to venture under stars to camp

now the old scriptwriters are fired. Flimsy
play on words, reminiscent of George
Orwell, the omnilegent clearly see
feeble attempts to convince.  Writers, forge

new insights! Dig under heavy war chests
—paid in full by the people in its sights
proclaiming all that is not right.  It’s best
to be present, create anew.  The fight

just fuels the remnants of what’s disappeared.
Here a leaf falls silent, a straight dropping
into the lawn’s embrace.  And what we’ve feared
revealed as story. Greedy, unstopping

stolen wealth convincing millions of us
jobless, homeless, to go somewhere safe, sit
still til this abates, no need for a fuss.
Your new cage ready, so jump in.  You’ll fit!

Bid fear adieu, project your strong desire!
Imagine your creative powers allow
to build a different world.  I’m on fire
ablaze, inspired, composing here right now.

Inspired by: Uncertain, Draconian and Omnilegent and the utmost certainty that Right Now it is imperative to speak truth unwaveringly.

Gently Rise

These trees correct my posture, gently rise
with years of experience, euphoric
celebrations in this exquisite time
the crumbling of the slaveowners’ story.

In morning fall’s chill delight, I’m covered
barefoot mistake, I’m here for the sweet song
of stillness.  Dare to be a sun lover
reach these life-giving rays.  It is not wrong

to receive.  A bluejay jeers flies crying
into the glare, wingtips translucent then
disappears, another realm applying 
as the timelines collide.  Remember when?

Here a portal to past.  Equality
bestows a future door as well, beyond
the ticking clock, calendar page witty
and inept as bold we face and respond

what matters.  Anchor swift changes. Herald
the weird and miniscule signs that Planet
Earth has rearranged.  Our starship revealed
reorient laughing now we’ve landed.

Inspired by: Equality, Covered, Posture and Euphoric.

Framing Now

Now here’s the sun, a firm good morning kiss
right on my lips. I braved the cool breeze
in shadows under trees simply for this
flare of recognition brightening these

words. Beyond the crowd’s contentious bicker
lies, homeless, I long to give advice. Sighs
as focus shifts to some paid jester slick
and easy. Energy is mined precise

though no amounts can be revealed. Just click
this ad! We’ll fill the hole gaping from fright.
A green fly touches down and in a flick
the way opens like shafts of brilliant light.

Inspired by: Amount, Jester, Homeless and Contentious.

The Power of Now

Oh, how I begrudge this mosquito
its drop of sacrificial blood.
Resistance is futile, and stirs the flow
nonstop fear, that ancient come-hither.

Dark hungry sides respond, require
reclamation, resolution, revolution.
Kindwhile the narrative shifts just
a second late, clumsy with the jolt

surprised AI receives when love
shines as pure and simple change.
In play, this four-year-old inspires
me to live in the light, accessing

knowledge with ease as the collective
libraries release secrets written deep
inside ourselves. Afar, the windbag spouting
fairytales laced with dopamine bursts

loses luster in the crystalline
truth. I open new eyes
and everything is rainbow, rainbow,
rainbow! My creation in this lovely

place speaks fierce kindness
judges not and listens, silent, alight.
I come at the great awakening.
I am here from choice and divine

guidance. There are words only I
can sing and steps I alone can take.
This world is mine, I claim and vow
to wake with joy and delight and

awash in intentions aimed
for the highest
trajectory, beyond
any tale ever told.

Inspired by: Futile, Inspire, Begrudge and Windbag.

Altar’s Alter

Sitting in meditation, troubling words
emerge to flap frantic, abrupt small birds
batter my house’s hard ceiling, absurd

persistent they break a hole in the roof
of my consciousness, so that a shaft of
light is allowed to enter now.  As proof

of this place carved outside of time and space
I construct an altar, feel now the grace
in my very physical room, the base

of my alchemical transmutation.
Each difficulty offered, creation
gift holy among the crystals stationed:

rose quartz love, deep magnetic pull of eight
hematite stones, a geode carved, the weight
of serpentine, these mysteries a gate

the chance to break the matrix, open me
beyond the confines of controlled mind, see
channeled from outside of my knowing, we

find solutions are instant and easy
unhindered by beliefs, I sit in peace
each troubling thought released to spirit’s breeze.

 

Inspired in this morning’s meditation to reflect that the solutions to what is facing us are not to be found in the mindset that created them.  Calm and centered, the light inspires.  

The featured image is a piece of serpentine found on the coast, with the “swirl” effect filter.

Consider This

I hang out with poets and shamans
pure-hearted children create art

willing to question
this cosmology, the start I need

to find hidden beliefs`
walking me.

Scientists not so much, that religion
leaves me cold, separation’s touch

of pain, peeling every layer much
like an onion to reveal the emptiness

you feel when dissecting dead things
expecting life will emerge. How absurd.

We’re schooled so young, punished and scorned
when we speak the heart’s knowing

formed in play’s glowing. In these strange
times as illusions crack

and collapse, limp in our scrutiny
at last our new eyes see,

the false outline renounced—
inevitable when so pronounced.

The smallest being shows
the emperor has no clothes.

My young grandson demands I talk
to my people, who sleepwalk

led into constant dread.
There is no time to play

in fear. We enter now:
we presence, clear

the dregs of hypnotic tales
which fail as we wail

just before we enter joy
centered and connected

the balanced whole respected
as we choose to drop the ruse

manufactured illusions
so obviously untrue.

 

What is fitting

Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of [wo]man.~Bertrand Russell

The extroverts here only see the remnant
of the woman I once sewed to survive.

On my odyssey to awaken from the
societal spell, I borrow sanctuary.

And how it infuriates them as I mine
for salvation in the depths

of the mountains of disinformation
where they dwell in fear.

They worship the super villains
flocked by teams of press agents

and lawyers. This slowly waking
poet poking holes in the story

has no place or time. They cut
out articles on how to get a job

–trade away thought and
energy to make things the populace

will buy in the morning and
discard come nightfall. Holding

the model as a beacon, a siren song
luring me to the harness

with the promise of oats and hay,
someone benevolent to ride me.

I turn to the magnetic intelligence
always available

what is present now
an embodied being

dreaming my self
awake, aware right here

Inspired by: Remnant, Odyssey, Borrow and Infuriate.