Every word matters like the wave sound makes a stone sinking deep while all around the waters ripple spread and what we see makes no sense discovered dissected or named
In the periphery, I hone my now-ness unweaving all the tight constricted places even as the narrative spinners’ temerity steps up to ludicrous plot lines with production skimpy and flimsy digging up ads from early days of converting true believers in the paradigm
each thirty-second spot containing some essential lie required for the spoon-feeding:
this is reality you must be satisfied with less do not trust your neighbor an invisible enemy is coming for you be very afraid compliance earns you safety stay at home obey
WAR IS PEACE
Floundering in the morass of lies each proclaimed evidence-free we’re looking for soundbites and tweets
I sip hot coffee cooled by coconut milk and collagen, say my balanced healing requires proper nutrition
turn off the stream
I release what I’m tempted to cling to. It’s all up to me.
Standing in truth, I summon sun through darkness we emerge in brand new pathways
“Consider the root system of grass. Those roots hold hands, nestle together, and form a community of connectivity. This is a glorious metaphor for human harmony and community. Grass, it seems, is a fine illustration for the Golden Rule.”~Avia
In the deep rich soil of our beginnings the new paradigm emerges rooted.
We’ve called into question underpinnings of nefarious plots now transmuted
(as illusory stories can be when the veils lift). Give credence to our powers.
Mobility begins in realms outside of visibility. Here now flowers.
“That Poppy seed…within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.” ~ Celia Thaxter
Juggle the old logs, foundation rotted. Over the hot coals, scalawag dances. The false beliefs I’ve created slotted for the pyre. Ignite, remembrances!
Illumination as simple as breath when darkness rises, rejoicing in light. The smallest moue of discontent, the depth of buried pain, squelched emotional plight
alive and welcome here. These burning flames blaze from my eyes, sunblest, I’m sizzling— leap into the fire, burn, specious claims— embracing beauty, powers dazzling