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.
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 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.)
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.
From this pergola, inky darkness pierced
by a waxing silver fingernail moon,
I ascertain the sky clock, pure and fierce
and calling for attention all too soon
for the ungrounded masses’ energies
expended on disclosure, frittering
their true currency. To reach synergy
relinquish bickering by twittering
catchphrases and slogans founded in lies.
The truth flows easily like water though
in this desert there’s no holding. Sunrise
brings vast vistas impossible to slow
we realize we must embrace the taste
love brings even to the bitterest things.
Eyes on the skies, feet on the ground, all haste
released. In the now open hearts and sing.
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Inky, Fingernail, Ascertain and Pergola.
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.
Keep it simple, deal with the Now. This Global reset is training us to trust the Presence within, and New Earth dynamics of consistent alignment with highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter
How can I serve? Other than offering
mouthwatering cake in an ambience
designed to obliterate posturing.
Sit down, relax, at peace with common sense.
I can’t eat gluten. Sugar is my foe.
So what I’ll bake with patience, and dish up:
harmonic codes designed to feed the flow
of love, ringing. Just breathe right now. Link up.
Inspired by: Cake, Mouthwatering, Obliterate, Ambience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Link.
Written to hold space for the collective shadow work the human race is currently undergoing.
Creative sparks lead you into uncharted waters.~Jon Rappoport
I’m nearly giddy, dancing as raindrops
adorn my beautiful body with plops
into games of let’s pretend I leap bold
water kisses sizzle my bare skin. Cold
hardhearted daze disappear. I’m here to start
my pure imagination sparking art
creating from the questions I don’t know
a single limit. Look, I’m free. Aglow.
Inspired by: Giddy, Dancing, Nearly and Adorn.
“People are not willing to be governed any more in that regard, and so we want to recognize that by removing that restriction.”
And so they weren’t! It’s our consent that buries our freedoms.
It’s a numbers game. We MASSIVELY outnumber those who would be our masters—and it terrifies them.
The whole control grid is, in truth, a house of cards. The slightest breath of freedom will level it in an instant.~Brendan Murphy
How do you move through the world with precise
love when all around people are triggered
in fear? You could comfort and soothe with ice
cream or hot soup, secure as life’s rigors
continue nonstop. Do I seem callous
just setting my boundary? Peace is prized
after the long war, while a battle can stir
angry passion. Why not open your eyes
in the darkness, bring light as moonflowers
surprise and delight? I hold wide open
space, deep faith. Sweet inquiry empowers
this heart I consistently put hope in.
Inspired by: Ice Cream, Callous, and Secure.
If you don’t know you are being fed false information, then how can you avoid forming a false picture of reality? And if you form that false picture, then you guide your own behavior inside that framework–Which means you’re limiting your own behavior and perception.~Jon Rappoport
Back when I shriveled in the noxious fumes
air, water and food imbued with toxins
I acquired a diagnosis or two
by doctors flummoxed, their knowledge boxed in
tight by the medical cartel, controlled
and muted in the politics of drugs.
The Hippocratic Obligation to
harm none lost along the wayside. Now thugs
carrying out orders from above, not
the most high, that Christed healing decried.
I found my way. I got in tune. I thought
that I could sing a healing song, denied
by people so invested in the score
of fear and retribution, war and lack.
My voice rising, my instrument, my core
vibrating to the frequency love track
of joy! Yes, even in the chaos all
around, you’ll feel my tender sound. I hear
the symphony in you. You’ll wake and call
across the stage where we’re all tuning: Here!
Inspired by:Obligation, Shrivel, Acquire and Noxious.