Fierce Narrative Shift

The hidden costs now fully leaved
and we can choose to believe

hundreds of thousands of years
life brimming close and vital

feeding each other with love survival
plain, we’re here, what changed

is only story. The one is the glory
and praise, divine nature’s call

here in my instrument I set my intent
if there’s one thing sweeping the globe

it’s control by fear, and I won’t host it here.
Every traumatized fragment will arise

that happens when you’re hypnotized
awake I commit to my song, to speak

when I perceive the wrong, embrace
the hidden places clamoring to steer

upon the rocks of misguided fear.
one thing to praise and love

awakens my desire to be a force
the divine law the source

outside we stride into the light
know in our hearts what is right

I’m here for this. Essential me. Please
add your voice in this time to rejoice.


Beggars Would Ride

The universe was literally spoken into being. Language, embodied in sound and light, not only affects, but effects the genesis of life. Go live your passion with all the joy, gratitude, love and laughter you can muster!~Sol Luckman

I slide open the doors and
blue feathers flash across water.

On the urban edge, another interrupted
heron breakfast. At my feet, a brown

spider’s carcass. When the birds disappear,
the ecosystem collapses.  We stir

uneasy, boxed in childhood fairytale
heroes and villains, easy duality

until a clear-eyed child points to
the strutting naked emperor.  How can we

reconcile the blatant evil–30 Afghan
farmers killed while sleeping, a king

receiving US troops to defend his
oil? The brutal empire tentacles

choke the vulnerable, while we
walk up hill and down to offer our

energy-fuel to this earth-destroying
machine. Complicit. Implicit. Illicit.

Manipulated to concur by a constant
stream of chaotic lies. Heads spinning,

which foe do we fight first? Hopeless
shoulders slump. The storytellers gloat

pretty falsities, sugared treats prepared
just for our refined palates. Addicted

to promises, the wishful silenced
by the indigestible. Hush now.

Sleep. The only way to change
the world is to wake and tell

a different story.
Seek and you shall

find, they used to say. Ask,
like any beggar, for a lift.

Inspired by: Laugh, Concur, Wishful and the old saying, if wishes were Horses, then beggars would ride.

Out of Time

Your cage door’s been sprung wide open.  And I’m hoping you’ll see…~Dan Fogelberg

Past these monthly cages
in which every new moon
surprises in unfathomable
skies, I find this moment.

My infatuation with the blasphemy
swallowed whole as a student
captured me as surely as
the battery cells in The Matrix.

Just an insignificant portion
of fuel for the insatiable
draining machine until I wake.
Before the nightmare takes hold

again, I set my intention,
commence a new calendar to
follow astronomical guidance.
I am walking out of time,

piercing the veil with
steady daily steps. Commit me.
Call me crazy. I connect to
the light you shine–yes, you!–

every splintered fractal, a word,
a glance, a happenstance. My grandson
chases a woman in the forest
to gift his green pinecone.

She accepts this true love
offering and all our value
increases as we all
share unexpected joy.

Inspired by: Infatuation, Blasphemy, Commence, Capture and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt Astronomical (write a stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.  And as always, it is sooooo difficult not to edit!!)

Beyond Bombarded

All we need is hope
And for that we have each other ~ Andra Day.

I break out of the radio
active waves where I am
the target of entrainment.
Unsubtle, brutish, a puzzle
how this happened.

I No Longer Acquiesce.

I am a child of Gaia and our
indomitable spirit rises
over this apparent adversity.

The House is voting to condemn
tweets by the lord of chaos
while tormented people stuffed
in cages swelter on the border.

The productive heart listens
past the infernal invitation
to smear, denigrate, exclude.
We are each necessary parts
to integrate.

I reach out in deep
space meditation with this finely
strung nervous system. Can you
feel how far it reaches?

Down low are the harassing
5G vibrations shaking down
the unwary, but once you turn off
the sets in your vicinity, no longer
pulled like water skiers, drop into
the busy lake with fast and fatal

sink deep, open your heart where
I am, and together, brimming
with this vital
humming, tingling life,

our only course
is to rise.

Inspired by: Adversity, Puzzle, Productive and Target, this cover of Rise Up by Morissette, two bees courting this coneflower this morning–working side by side, and the release that comes from connecting with you, fellow travelers on the road to the new global love village we create right now.

Let Your Light Shine

Your vigilance now, and your determination to hold the planet in your love, are the keys to unlocking the kingdom.~Patricia Cori

Tuesday’s elaborate energy
work—full moon, partial eclipse

and Mercury retrograde—pulled
distraction devices from my field.

The wrenching pain sent me into sleep
visits in universes, informed

by matter. I strove to balance
all of my being. I don’t know

about yourself, but I scribble art
in parallel places—create

architecture, poetry and
flight. Every relationship that stalled

here, lives on a dreamscape away.
Bringing all of us up to speed

took Wednesday. Today I wake
to a stilled and sullen world.

Twitter has turned unappealing
black. Only the ugliest

political voices fill blue
screens. I sail past the battery

of bitter recriminations,
the fear-born anger. Do you know

in our quiet inner spaces,
we connect in light? Intricate

internet far surpassing this
technology wielded to control

us with subverted crystals.
I see you shining above

the murky fog. Our love glitters
across the darkened planet.

Rooted in the deep places where
fear is not, this rollercoaster

of perceptions allowed to thrill,
and we’re laughing in the face of

inimical would-be masters
because at last, at long last

we know what is illusion
and what is real.

Inspired by: Battery, Elaborate,  Scribble and Yourself and DaKara Kies’ energy work.

Right Now

Now is the time to rise and take back the power you have given to wishing yourself away.~Patricia Cori

That stunning shade of green

summer in Ireland, misty, lush,

sings by the lake this morning.

Ferns are stroked

so gently, an almost imperceptible

sway.  Songbirds harmonize lofty

praise to now, raising my vibration.

I’m outside to escape the dread-news

saga juddering the square walls

ricocheting from flat ceilings.

Listen, Gaia, I am here

for you.  I’m adding my voice

to my cheerful avian allies.

Celebrate each tiny note

composing the symphony we are.

I am in love, committed.  Finally

I allow even the darkest shadows.

The quiet place inside where we are

frames each exquisite signal

of our emerging unstoppable joy.

Inspired by:  Escape, Lofty, Saga, Quiet  and these vibrant quick-changing sunsets that set my spirit on fire!

Tuning In

Listen: There are dark forces intent
on ravaging the planet with robotic

rule, insisting that only forever
wars guarantee the easy life,

blaring constant propaganda:
you are alone and useless,

there is nothing you can say or do
to make a difference.  Sit in thrall

to the airwaves cacophony
of fear and grief and terror.

And the still truth is:
you are a self-

aware fractal of the whole.
Every love you make and

every kindness, every space
you create ripples through the waters

of our interconnected being
and wakes us to our true calling.

Open wide.

Sit deep.

Tuning like musical medicine
we find the superior resonance

wax poetic in our
leisurely hike through ancestral

glades sunlit by glory.
We dance through the darkened

valleys, uniquely original
as we finally find

the brave deep heart
harmony to sing our part.

Inspired by: Superior, Poetic, Hike and Original.

When Money Mediates

We laughed when they started
selling bottled water

but the people in Flint
are desperate, counting cents

to save their lead-infused
children from usury

the bankers deal. And I
assure you that the sky

is next, they’ll charge for air
–breathe if you have the fare.

Power-hungry nimble
fingers count the symbols

list a million reasons to
stand your ground is treason.

Debtors prison is real
and you are blind in line.

Only thing to over-
throw is this mapped system

—time and separation
should be foisted-stories

drive to obviate what’s
free. Prison-planet hate

slogging through poisoned soil
and billionaires unloyal

to their sisters, scrambling
to the top, they trample

these delicate flowers.
Desire sours and

this doesn’t end well.

A few buy and sell us.
On the other side of

nightmare, we gift inside
pure presence, the only

interest paid: sacred loan
of attention to wake

from this simple mistake.

What is real together
emerges wherever

we sit and see
this imaginary split.

The truth is we are one
we are one.

We have won when
we are one.

Inspired by Obviate, Money, Nimble and Desire.

Can’t Change Tomorrow

No respite from the insult

identical in each lack-

luster lie. You can’t quit

work to drown it out and preach

some try to open up each 

other’s eyes.  We’ve come to this

absorbing from the bed

facedown. We teach the ones be-

neath like waves on shore, high tide.

No pleasure in this ride.

Until we turn and say 

awake, awake, for the earth’s 

sake, it’s time to cry or die.

We start with what’s below our

feet, here where we meet.

Our hearts connect in pure

truth space, the human race

spiraling past like galaxies

the future not within our grasp

it’s now

it’s now

it’s now

or never.

Inspired by:  Respite, Lackluster, Identical and Lies.

Guilty By Association

Is the U.S. at war right now? If so, with whom? It is hard to rally around a cause that is not tangible or visible in the everyday lives of most, and it is impossible to rally around a cause you do not even know exists. ~ Maryanne Magnier

Last 20 years, we’ve learned war
is essential to grow
the evil empire. Civilian slaughter

Sierra Leone, Nigeria, Yemen,
East Timor, Afghanistan, Phillipines

from 800 forts, US military in 70 countries,
no budget in sight, every high school
student assigned a recruiter

Georgia, Djibouti, Haiti
Kenya, Ethiopia, Eritrea

Endless propaganda blaring over terse
reality (Khashoggi dismembered
in the Turkish embassy) Assange

Pakistan, Lebanon, Palestine,
Somalia, Libya, Uganda

deep in solitary, only puppets
parroting inane smears
distract from this litany

Jordan, Turkey, Chad
Syria, Cameroon, Damascus

(Our outraged tweets gaslit
by trolls’ cockiness only a true
echo chamber can provide.)

Venezuela regime change 

Trillions of secret dollars killing children,
converting their siblings to warriors
intent on revenge, and the lies

War on Terror, War on Drugs

like rusting hulks exposed on the lawns,
no attempt now to cover them, and we march-step
into certain doom, like a foray

War on Protest, War on Journalists

to an alternate planet, the promised treat
for good children: hush, kneel in silence
surely waiting for goodness and mercy

Inspired by:  Terse, Fort, Foray and Association.