In the morning I pause to greet a dog
a supporting character effusive
love and joy wriggling. I’m all agog.
She’s figured out what I find elusive
since my brush with death turned my life around.
How to be here now where true love abounds
and the only price is energy, pure
intentional being centered and sure.
Inspired by: Supporting, Pause, Character, Elusive and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Brush.
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.”