The Deal Of Your Life

In the world where blather blooms innuendo’s
sly invites: investigate these lies!

I invest my currency not in an
asp clutched to my bosom. Instead I pay

each morning fully stepping into love
as the sun literally explodes huge

burning flash into sun-gazing eyes.
I ground the power filling with bliss.

It comes to this: a choice to fear or change.
Leap off the seeming precipice–all lies

the old collapses. I only have eyes
for this new earth we are creating nigh

improbable rising from the rubble
new soil transmuting. We are on the rise

I’m deep in being looking through God’s eyes
and in your tenderness I see God looks

at me. How did these separation stories
ever fly? When did we dread to die?

The brilliance as each moment unfolds how
love leads the way. It’s easy. Show me now.

Inspired by: Bloom, Blather, Bosom and Innuendo. And by sheer bliss as I turn away from watching the mesmerizing fall of the old structures and focus fully on creation.

The Rising Song

Water has a memory and carries within it our thoughts and prayers. As you yourself are water, no matter where you are, your prayers will be carried to the rest of the world.~Masaru Emoto

The mellifluous day flows lovely rhymes
through discordant notes intelligence chimes

I expand to include though I don’t splash
in the shallow places where chaos grimes

clarity. Only tell me: I’m so scared,
I’ll meet you in pure presence waters where

we are sanctified by prayer. My love
we arrive to choose this ascending stair

or wallow deaf and blind gossamer clutch
the dark web’s insubstantial weaving such

panicked heft. You cannot bring your fear
or any of the heavy things that smutch

our divine crystalline nature birthing
words dipped in love, transmitting light, earth-ing.

This is the acid test. The shortcut waves
beg you to receive. You turn away. Dearth

plods through joy with muddy feet destined to
grieve as all you have is taken, blessed and

desperation fuels unholy. Release.
Let go. Love overflows if you but rest!

Ah, how I long to bring you in my stream
yet now it’s clear our paths are each unique.

The role you play I cannot understand.
After last night’s storming, liquid’s agleam

washed and cleansed, my soul’s intention I claim
these sacred waters that I bless and name

avail abundance, teach me to receive.
My vessel rises: sovereignty’s the game.

Inspired by: Acid, Gossamer, Heft and Shortcut.

Featured image of three herons escorting each other through last night’s storm.

In my new resolve to clean up my transmission, soundcloud recordings are paused for a while while I learn how to create my own beats in 432 HZ.  I am committed to fuel only the highest trajectory Now.

Re-creation

Oh thou who…beset the road I was to wander in, thou wilt not with…evil round enmesh.”~Omar Khayyám 

Across the chasm of lies where some maniac
cries some strange fiction he writes in
the sand, saying common sense writ in my hand
can no longer suffice–obscene price–this

planned propaganda is not just domestic
the outreach of evil is global.
And we who celebrate life have to blink.
Who is buying this fraud? Who has never

met god? Not that Vindictive Fellow above.
Mind of creation that lives, dies in love
informing matter, recycling stars
unmasked, unadorned at rest then in motion

the true pulse of connection unafraid
in spite of the malevolence displayed
on the world stage, the poorly written script.
The actors are well paid but not by me

I withdraw my currency to invest
my inspired creation and my flow
informed by the Void where I go, sweet rest
each day, emerge refreshed, in light I play.

 

Inspired by: Maniac, Domestic, Sand, Chasm and Write.  The Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is to select a word that starts with“ch”  and use that (bonus if you start with it) in “stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.”

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.

 

I Believe I’ll Sweep My Broom

I know what I’m feeling inside, but part of me still wants to try.~Robert Johnson

When I fumble, I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
When I fumble, I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
I’ve got this matrix of hopelessness
aimed at all my broken fear.

I’m gonna wake up this new day
I’m gonna feel all that I feel.
I’m gonna wake up this new day.
I’m gonna feel all that I feel.
I gotta release all the judgment
and all these feelings now esteem.

All of these shadows are emerging
I’m gonna claim them all as mine.
All of these shadows are emerging.
I’m gonna claim them all as mine.
Ain’t no more good girl roles for me
I’m here and fierce and now I see

I believe, I believe I’m already home.
I believe, I believe I’m already home.
You can’t mislead me any longer
’cause I’m already safe at home.

Pick me up when I’ve forgotten
that the light is always there.
Hold my hand when I fumble
in the light that’s always there.
Exposed that matrix of hopelessness
it just collapses.  No longer here.

 

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.

Mystery Calls

What is greatest in our existence, what makes it precious beyond words, has the modesty to use sorrow in order to penetrate our soul.~Rainer Maria Rilke

Late afternoon glade peering into deep
shadows, called by the wounded cat across
the lake. Surprise zygodactylous feet
as a yellow-bellied sapsucker hops

drumming the sacred, opening heart til
the watcher is revealed. Some tiny sign
in our conjoined field signals human shrill
and off we go, one flying sweet and fine

one trodding on the path transformed, refreshed
by this quick lesson out of time. Present
I surrender, my heart’s intent enmeshed:
together we transmute joy from lament.

 

Inspired by:  Refresh and Surrender and an industrious yellow-bellied sapsucker. The birds on the lake are showing up in force to bring me to the next level of my awakening.

The gorgeous photograph featured here is from dirtdoctor.co