Being Strong Today

Walk away from reinforcing the spells of the old illusion with your words, attention, thoughts, and especially your emotions.~Sandra Walter

I meticulously open places
of distortion in the torsion rivers
obstacles I’ve noticed avoid grace’s
flow, block my juices.  These eerie shivers

when I read apocryphal signposts, “move
along, nothing is buried here”
—childish
scrawls in hieroglyphs congruous behoove
my scrutiny.  I aim to free wildish

energy, elucidate what’s rooted
in ice-bound fjords, intense emotions
strategic intelligence once muted.
I’m heat, intentional thaw in motion.

Inspired by: Juice, Apocryphal, Congruous, Elucidate and Eerie. And the astoundingly powerfully life-changing work of Sol Luckman in the Elucidation activation.

Love Poem

Let it play out, witnessing without judgment, calling forth the highest interests of all concerned. Divine Will over personal perception.  Unwavering, untouchable, unconditional presence.~Sandra Walter

Is it sedition to wave vehement
signal flags to head-phoned screen-caught vassals?
The sinkhole of contracted agreement
rightclick free technological hassles

direct download to betrapped dreamers.  How
I’d love to stay and preach vitality:
wake up, unfold into expanding now.
I still and call divine neutrality.

Loved ones disappear down the rabbithole.
Or so it seems.  My lesson magnifies
perilous misbeliefs.  The immense whole
unseen and nothing’s as it seems.  The cries

aswirl as planet shifts.  I hear, rejoice
the change.  Climbing the tallest ladder, place
precise stars, I create my sky.  My choice:
a conscious breath and my own fractals face.

Inspired by: Dreamer, Hole, Vehement, Wave and Sedition.

Exchanging Our Essence

The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Doleful and irate in mainstream-mangled
illusions, we’re taught separation. Breath
trades: you take in mine, gift yours, entangled
living beings pretending ghastly death,

children at play, imagination strong.
Today we heed the timely call of past
into the light. Exchanging air so long
we have forgotten we are fractals tasked

to circulate our stream. We dream rescue,
seek heroes, put on masks and hoard our flow,
the very way to block our powers true.
Awakened, we project, our breaths bestow

Inspired by: Doleful, Timely, Entangle and Ruminate.

Missing Humans

Deepest night inexorable forces
pry unmarked portals I had to exit
in dangerous times.  Untapped resources
vivify my frozen places, cesspits

of untreated trauma.  Currents collide
and sleepless I sift through, summon wisdom
and courage to preside, healing divides.
This fractal of mine resolves old victim

songs.  Don’t disparage magical thinking.
Young children know true magic.  Spooked adults
corral and cage powerful ways.  Drinking
the killing koolaid, lost in their masked cults.

I walk the world today, mystified.  Where
have the humans gone?  These automatons
I once believed alive, cannot breathe air
yet mindlessly obey, their freedoms gone.

Inspired by: Collide, Exit, Vivify and Inexorable.

Non-rational Transformation

Attention driving to hometown breakthrough
a bald eagle swoops above my car sky
master demanding: take the higher view
awaken with elation.  This is my

chance to change the climate of oppression
correlate my curious uncanny
skills and hone my creative expression.
An osprey dives low, a vigilante

confident I’m competent to submerge
my head under emotional waters
and survive.  A red-breasted hawk urges
me, be an unconventional daughter

Inspired by: Elation, Awaken, Climate, Correlate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: ‘tion.

Unspeakable

How do we reconcile perfidious
deeds that tainted our childhoods, toxic drench
alcoholic fumbles too hideous
to bear? Credibility now entrenched

in the lies repeated like lullabyes
until I’m here tongue-tied. A wise woman
holding an abused child who feels goodbyes
are her only way, slipping out, pulling

the stress of reality’s twisted mess–
testament to her brilliance. Frustration
eats away all hope. Strong now, I confess
loudly, for silence quenches creation.

Inspired by: Frustration, Reconcile and Perfidious and so many deeply traumatic events emerging to be healed.

All The World’s A Stage

The West symbolizes the moving of ignorance to wisdom. Sometimes called the “little death”, West asks us to put away our childish ways and evolve to become our most sage ‘self’.~Spirit Animals.

With all this din, suppose you get a word
in, a zephyr wind exposing terrain
hidden in plain sight, an insistent bird
in leafy branches.  Evidence you’re sane

when suddenly exposed:  the world’s a stage.
Did you forget?  Laugh at the cosmic joke
with people so lost in their roles, enraged
and triggered, spinning in somebody’s smoke

and mirrors.  Now see what the lights reveal—
—we blink, perplexed.  A moment’s pause and when
the theater is clear—the truth, what’s real.
Our hearts on fire, our souls take up the pen.

Inspired by: Suppose, Terrain, Din and Zephyr.

Choose This Now

Feel the city breakin’
And everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.~Barry and Maurice Gibb

I’m outside blessed by beams of sun prayers
flinging new narrative.  How can I stay
the course?  I choose this now to be daring,
indiscreet, exposing lies any way

I can, but man, indigence is so tough
dealing with displaced stuff.  Nowhere to go
and who would have me? I don’t fit enough.
Can’t watch TV, how blatant hoaxes sold.

Behind the fence strange men chainsawing trees.
Indistinct shouts. Ominous creaks.  A ray
of gold illuminates my face.  I see
visions, crystalline hunches.  Truths I say

reworded by the helpful.  My welcome
wearing thin.  This strong gust.  That falling branch.
The snapping crunch.  A wasp.  I squint and hum
into dissonance.  Precise circumstance

so fraught with layered meanings, I must rise
to worlds beyond this homelessness and see
I’m unencumbered.  New senses surprise
turmoil incessant.  Shadows coming free.

Inspired by: Turmoil, Incessant and Stay.

Weavers Gather

Weavers gather in the spurious storm
independent individuals bring
insightful empathy.  We create form
with wizardry. Touching each wound, we sing

not to replace; we’re casting the net wide
beyond the times and spaces where we live.
We’re hurling brand new stars into our skies
resolving that each fractal, reclaimed, gives

this power to the races trained to lie
in abject servitude.  Wake and be strange.
Meander in the woodsy places.  Fly
with dragons.  Overnight the planet’s changed.

Inspired by: Spurious, Independent, Woodsy and Replace.

Unlimited Fuel

The shadow self is a million suns of energy kept in check. and the controllers of this civilization want it kept that way.~Jon Rappoport

Underneath the shameless treacle clogging
truth, this manipulation cynical
cruel, sticky illusions are fogging
my view.  I’m collared in unethical

great historical lies, television-
fed, chained in a tract insubstantial dread
and dissonance.  Distrust inner vision
seek outward, obey a master instead

of creating with superpowers.  Deep
inside of each imagination spring
unlimited realities.  I leap
opening to flow, unfold mighty wings.

Inspired by: Illusion, Television, Tract and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: collar. Once again, the stream of consciousness prompt is testing me. So many different metaphors, such a need for editing, but that’s not how this prompt rolls.