Beloved Sage

In the shower a long line of silver-
haired stunningly fierce missing faces.  Clear
this week for an ancient karmic river
with a window in time to enter here

if you’ll receive your distant missing parts
to meet, to dance, legacy integrate.
And I’m all in, this slow allow as hearts
sincerely no longer insinuate.

Reminded, tales entrance, means of control
differed each time, still, locked up and caged
and on through the ages. Once writ on scrolls,
the story’s old, alive.  Well met, dear sage.

Inspired by: Reminded, Missing, Legacy and Insinuate.

All Around Me

“There’s a light in the depths of your darkness. Let it shine, oh, let it shine.”~Dan Fogelberg

My wanderlust now craves sanctuary
a quiet place to imagine and write
rooted not with things but feeling airy
among trees while safe to travel by night.

Star-sung cottage where locals know I might
ameliorate mysterious ills
bring the murky causes into the light
so they can vanquish if they feel it will

compose a song in a key of life more
suited for well. The longer I dwell on
this scene, solitary, rich, music pours
out, unseen, tremendous and it swells on

the invisible waves, touches knowing
fields, informs and shares, updating files of
joy. There is a boy who comes to play, sings
with open heart, my homelessness miles off

and never really real at all. Powers
that be apportion a reality.
I turn away.  Praise miracle showers,
grounding and learning receptivity.

Inspired by: Longer, Vanquish, Ameliorate and Wanderlust.

And greetings from the west in a song that I really loved to sing along with Dan Fogelberg, whose birthday was 13 August. At the end of the song, he takes off his guitar in joyous exhaustion, the crowd roars appreciation, and we all let it shine.

And so much gratitude to incredible friends whose kindness ameliorates my homelessness.

Join Now The Symphony

Singers…are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams,
is raiment and food for your soul.~Kahlil Gibran

The clouds are zooming by as if they’re late
to take their places, ducking between trees
in their hurry, hoping no one will see
their uncanny pace and anticipate

the sky clock meander. Time elongates
and morning swells, the quiet window scene
deceiving. Outside, air rings. Each bird sings.
Praise prevails. Dainty aster celebrates.

Rustle-dancing leaves in kicked-up breezes.
Squirrel scrambles with a green tomato
he’s plucked while I transcribe the sky. I know
there is no finish. Love is ceaseless, sweet

I must bend low or raise my head high, breathe
as I find my place. I’m thrumming, on stage,
precise and deep, ready to integrate
these lovely songs emerging now unsheathed.

Inspired by: Uncanny, Deceiving, Finish and Prevail.

Seeing The Miracle

I drag despondent patterns outside sleep-
less under a benevolent sky. Why
do I cringe to harvest what’s planted deep
in the mindset I’ve cultivated? My

creations snug under this existence
laborious and weighted cogs–I pause
to rescue a frog who distrusts my dense
clumsiness, each attempt shows gaping maws.

He declines a frisbee, boogy board, net
at my behest, unwilling guest, each trap
a miracle perceived as certain death.
And how am I the same? Plucked out and tapped

and frozen under tiny wildflowers
who’ve pushed up from thick mulch to praise the day.
I breathe into the lessons. I devour.
I click. The frog has still not leapt away.

Frog and net

Inspired by: Benevolent, Harvest, Despondent and Behest.

 

Coming Back To Ground

This morning I wake under a blanket
of cranky and wallow in fernweh.
A red Jeep awaits and the country’s pet
facetious theories have unholy weight

They vellicate and I’m a peevish mood
far from the mainstream’s well, tip of my tongue
just itching to expose the rotten fruit
they’re serving–odious how far it’s flung

And so I breathe and sit under sun’s ray
soothed by cicadas’ clicks and random bird calls
alert me of my journeying away
from being here right now. In love I fall

Inspired by: Blanket, Facetious, Vellicate, Fernweh and the Three Things Challenge 325 prompts: Well, Fruit and Tongue.

Praising The Sun Fierce

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.~John Lennon

In this spot stars hang plump as planets, pierce
my knowing. I am blind, feeling my way
through the dark antre, praising the sun fierce.
Empty lies gossamer fall out of play.

This weird year demands presence and grounding
firmly in my sacred vessel. Here now.
Breathing with intention. My heart sounding
through the depths as I ramble on. How

the maps fall away in this full stop.
Rotted foundations giving way. We play
and imagine with great power. The drop
into creative flow our saving grace.

Inspired by: Feeling, Stars, Ramble, Antre and the Stream of Saturday Consciousness prompt:  Spot.

The Great Globe Escapade

Let a frown be your umbrella~Oscar The Grouch

The great globe escapade dream-like began
in a foreign locale where women mask
while browsing past cheap trinkets and you can
call relics from my childhood vintage, ask

at any Shipshewanna market stall.
Playing photographer, beauty I trail
my friends, two Nordic goddesses I call
framing my shots in joy intentional

and they willingly pose deadpan and all
around I hear the murmur in the crowds,
who is that? Oh, she’s famous—can’t recall
and then the vendor cries, and he is loud

no pictures, can’t you read? just radiating
animosity, the cranky man
claiming his legal rights. I end his prate
showing each frame, I offer to abandon

any shots he wishes. Truth, I’m charmed.
He’s bought into my she’s-all-that intent
just as I’m stepping into it. Disarmed
by flowing joy he grudgingly consents.

I grin, thankful his unique eyes can see
my expanding possibilities. How
to step into the challenge? I must be
curious and wild, tuned right in to now.

Inspired by: Umbrella, Dream, Escapade and Locale.

Follow The Stars

A good friend of mine follows the stars. Venus and Mars are alright tonight.~Paul McCartney

And I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a million stars all around.~Jack Tempchin

Star jewels sparkle the dark. Jupiter
hangs low and ripe. I await the release
of umpteen dreams a full moon recruiter
sweeps away. Granted. Think bigger. Make peace

with your shadows. You, too, must rise. It’s time.
You are a juggernaut, unstoppable.
Your fate calls you, grandiloquent, sublime.
Reset from all those whoops, impossible

to halt your rise. Above the obstacles
love takes charge. Surprise! With each reach, each touch
you climb into our hearts like crop circles
suddenly here and now we learn so much.

Inspired by:  Grandiloquent, Whoops, Juggernaut and Umpteen.

Featured image: last night’s spectacular full moon.

More Than You’ll Ever Know

More than the greatest love the world has known, this is the love I give to you alone. More than the simple words I try to say, I only live to love you more each day.~Norman Newell

I’m sitting on a chair just after rain
washed the morning. Birds exalt from treetops.
John carries the brisket–well injected
and rubbed–to the smoker. It’s Saturday.

Introducing August in cool breezes
teasing precious drops from the maze of leaves
above me. Investing my currency
singing Present! in tune, open-hearted.

Oh, there’s no rhyme or reason in this verse.
I am alive and thriving, can you tell?
Releasing triggers as they find me whole
and dancing, in love, my heart reveals more.

Inspired by: Exalt, Precious, Maze, Introducing, and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to start the post with the word “more.”

And the quiet pacing and simplicity of Matt Monro’s cover of the song More (ti guardero nel cuore translates to look inside my heart.)

Deeper Tuning

Ask yourself: what is the underlying basis of reality?~Jon Rappoport

In each shocking moment send your grounded
zing deep and high and widening torus
sheer joy flows this way, the present sounded
like a bell—your ringing being porous

—the opposite of perfunctory claiming
unready, so scurry to define
racism deep-woven culture proclaiming
nothing’s here, all’s good, everything’s fine—

The new skies demand the way out of doors
tumbling barefoot, energy’s aligned
so many shouting in the distance, floors
and foundations crumbling, so much to mine

Shh. Be still. Imagination wild now,
eyes open, play a what-if game, or dream
a new paradigm. I’m sure you know how.
Give-receive each gift with deep listening.

Inspired by: Scurry, Perfunctory, Unready and Racism.

Featured image is a rose of sharon blossom with the kaleidoscope effect.