Narrative Shift

Relation is how spirit becomes manifest.  (Cowbirds and robins and geese are here for this)~My notes during yesterday’s Evolutionary Relationships Zoom meeting with 20K people.)

Before the pandemic of fear surged
to short-circuit our safety switch,

when poisons swirled over gasping
serfs, my old woman perspicacity

sheer audacity,
mocked and scorned, an intuitive

witch grasping in the vicious wrangle
for half-truths to dangle, like a curve

a mesmerizing tool we must defeat,
entranced, asleep…before all that,

you won’t remember, another tale,
a different tweet, the psychopathic

plunder that we assumed was normal
—here in our empathic wonder

the cruelty and panic seem a dream.
We who dig into the roots now rise

—first, of course, self-regulate,
surprise each moment as our biosphere

becomes clear and we create
sing-praise the body electric

from microscopic molecule to planetary
thrumming and beyond, zing

past what we conceived as separate
and scary, drop objective reality

in connection commune
the symphony the masterpiece

each voice in tune
in ways we never could perceive

until we breathe
in this precious now

the beat emerges sweet
and how

Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by Wrangle, Safety, Surprise, Perspicacity, Curve and by the dversepoets prompt, Björn asks us to write how things will appear on the other side of the current “pandemic.” Featured image of last night’s pink moon filling my night sky.

And deep appreciation for Walt Whitman’s love poem, I Sing The Body Electric.

Notes From The Dig

Alarms trill across treetops
interrupted swallows dive into my

awareness. In the distance 18-wheelers
thrum-ferry toilet paper and manufactured

food. We chew on cardboard, humble
and contrite in the shambles of

the billionaires’ leavings, resources
stripped. Do they eye our young hungrily?

No longer allowed outdoors lest we protest
in massive waves, perhaps new recruits

are being conceived to power
the military might in its last mad

scramble. There’s no rhyme. Dissent
is dangerous, they’ll lock you up.

I flex my superpower muscle
I don’t know

throw off the shackles of hope
create empowered grace.

Are you alive?
Thus you belong.

Your worth unquestioned.
Let’s turn together and face

our greatest fears lurking in the ruins
of our past beliefs alight in love’s bonfire.

A female swallow poses, chirrups
her enticement to the circling males.

I am now a statue, stunned from story.
Life wants to live

atwitter as sun gleams across water.
The evergreen, the blooming and the newly

budded coax slumbering oaks
to spring. We sing each other

praise now
exactly as it unfolds in ways

we cannot perceive, not today,
shifting under the weight

until our only choice is to dig
deep into the very roots of our being.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Lest, Contrite, Grace and Shambles.

Any opening

Here I am, to save the day!
Does my radiant smile sway?
Did I interrupt your terror
engine? You defend error
hands off when I get precise
and stand in question. Advice:
dig in the dirt to expose the roots
and the house of cards lets loose
shifting precarious
appearing nefarious.
My metaphors are bouncing
in your dissonance, trouncing
the diffidence. I aim
for any opening. No game.
Stress kills. Our coping
mechanisms with a daily onslaught
induce injury in ways that ought
not happen when we
embrace collectively.
Come on outside, let’s play.
Turn off the billionaires’ propaganda
machine and their greedy dream.
The nightmare recedes in the day
light of our awakening.
The eggshells of our former lives
are breaking. All around
there is the new sound.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Bounce, Precise, Engine, Hands and Radiant.

And this article by Sol Luckman (don’t miss the eye-opening video by Dr. Andrew Kaufman.)

Believe It Or Not

One ring to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them.~J.R.R. Tolkien

~We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men beings are created equal, that they we are endowed by their Creator our birth with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness…That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government.”~Declaration of Independence

Remember, each being plays a unique, remarkable and necessary part of life’s dance.

Without imaginary leaps, we gamble
our fortune, a single pedestrian bet.
We’re focused on the solution, we amble
toward the theory of everything, set
on an overriding solution: one powerful
God, one king, one person to tell us
what we lack. White and black allowable
until we’re live animals in a zoo
searching youtube for an instructor
not understanding we’re fucked there.
When we believe there’s one thing wrong
we call the enemy, we cut off each prong
that led us to pain and sorrow, death
looming a scary tomorrow. Fairytales
have trained our brains to blame
an “other,” dead father, evil stepmother.
The panic triggers fearful past trauma,
we’re caught in the gotta-escape drama
until
we make the choice to sing
in praise of now, our voices ring
in the only place we’re left
the space bereft until we call
our superpower, attention to the small
unlikely saviors, the moments
open wide. Enter now. Welcome home.

Inspired by: Gamble, Pedestrian, Zoo, Fortune and all the wise superheroes.  We got this!

Soundcloud recording here.

So this is love

Invisible footprints sizzle.
Intentions magnetize a trace
of you impalpable and pure
magic. Charmed I slow
my pace. Disarmed
and vulnerable at last.
Spring tendrils
curling past
my now implacable uprising
beyond my senses
gentle surprising real
love-song crystals
spilling into sacred space.

Inspired by the dversepoet prompt 100: a quadrille (44 words) celebrating magic and love and spring.  And the power of shifting the narrative.

Featured image credit.

Dive Deep

Every data point is either false, exaggerated, or taken out of context. The conclusion is preconceived black propaganda void of sustaining analysis.~Scott Ritter

While we hurtle through the canyons
losing sight of our companions
the current tumbling us apart
where are we heading? we start
to succumb to a daydream, we scheme.
no one thing we can hang onto
where’s our civilization gone to?
our grasp desperate, inutile
resistance is futile
unintegrated past debris
we choke, we cannot breathe.
This severe acute respiratory
syndrome in the hands of story-
tellers with an evil aim
to gain the steering game
an influx of panic and fear
a threat to all we hold dear.
How can we take a bearing?
Be here now, gentle and caring.
Contemplate and as fear rises
acknowledge the surprises.
The military might outside the door
is not to save your life, now
calls for deep listening
open your heart. We’re glistening
like dew upon a flower.
Let this moment be our finest hour.
I’m here for you and you for me.
Shh. With this one breath dive deep.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by Contemplate, Daydream, Hang On and Bearing.

Featured image of “Indra’s Net: it’s a metaphor for inter-being” from thoughtco.com

Ask The Horse

[They] “will continue to press every button we have…they will point us to our freedom every time.”~Byron Katie

Go right to the source and ask the horse.  Talk to Mr. Ed.~Jay Livingston

Why do robins usher in the dawn with songs
of cheer I hear even behind these sturdy walls?
Why do I call one body all my cells
who collaborate in this symphony?
Can I hear my own harmony?
How can I move into the macroscopic
view, reality askew? In the course
I offer to the world, we rhyme
outside of time. Today’s lesson taught
by blue sky fraught with stratocumulus
beings chasing across a horizon
busily steaming more and more.
What industrious chef bubbles these pots?
What is cooking? How does it feed me
now to ask? I could take our leaders
to task, blame their remote egregrious
greed. The sky reminds me to stay
open, salute the digression,
move back into question. Diving ducks
black and white have claimed the lake.
My mother says, for heaven’s sake.
Where is my power? Which place of wonder
allows me to flower? This spring
morning I inquire, step out of knowing
into this glorious change. Cirrus
wisps take the podium, custodians
whisking the stage. I stay
engaged and moving
into why, my heart at ease
powerless rage released.
There’s joy behind the fear,
relief. I wonder how
a sparrow hawk swoops past,
low and fast opens my now.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by Remote, Lesson, Course, Collaborate.