“Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.”~Bob Dylan
you say, I’ll see you in hell, how could you
do this to me—I paid for that training
no longer believe choosing the lesser
evil ever does anything but fuel
adversity, that labyrinth looming
intricate, perplexing. How to discern
while expenses mount, slave collar choking
and down the line bleak lack seems real?
there’s no rhyme or reason in the trenches
til passing through satellite-clouded skies,
true love shines messages. Powers expand
as you realize now you are a star.
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Discern, Adversity, Down the line, Labyrinth and the OctPoWriMo Day 15 change of perspective.
“We have reached inside ourselves to grasp incredible glimpses of our own POWER TO INVENT and choose.” ~Jon Rappoport
The onerous chains I’ve created since
waking on the earthship are nothing to
dismantle. In a blink of awareness
my superpowers flex. It’s something to
celebrate, the way the narrative shifts
reveal a glitch and we’re all free. Although
the matrix is insistent, insight lifts
us out. Our bodies vacant, minds in thrall
by authority voiced with lights and sounds
a casino trance and I dance in, Hey,
any living beings wanna play? Ground
in nature, let old stories dissipate.
You protest: Don’t you see what’s going on?
Out to the streets or derisive tweets, we
must demand the slave owners growing on
our efforts pay us more! Fueling elites
the only game in town. And be still.
Imagine limitless. Respect instinct
that pulls you to the sun where you can heal
discarding old beliefs that, frankly, stink.
Inspired by: Instinct, Nothing, Onerous and Protest.
Unimpressed with the /verse option on the onerous new WordPress block editor. Can anyone share a way to create line breaks for poems, and also be able to choose fonts–on the freebie version? Update: I did the shift return and created my own line breaks and am happier with this font. Thanks for the advice!!
“There’s a light in the depths of your darkness. Let it shine, oh, let it shine.”~Dan Fogelberg
My wanderlust now craves sanctuary
a quiet place to imagine and write
rooted not with things but feeling airy
among trees while safe to travel by night.
Star-sung cottage where locals know I might
ameliorate mysterious ills
bring the murky causes into the light
so they can vanquish if they feel it will
compose a song in a key of life more
suited for well. The longer I dwell on
this scene, solitary, rich, music pours
out, unseen, tremendous and it swells on
the invisible waves, touches knowing
fields, informs and shares, updating files of
joy. There is a boy who comes to play, sings
with open heart, my homelessness miles off
and never really real at all. Powers
that be apportion a reality.
I turn away. Praise miracle showers,
grounding and learning receptivity.
Inspired by: Longer, Vanquish, Ameliorate and Wanderlust.
And greetings from the west in a song that I really loved to sing along with Dan Fogelberg, whose birthday was 13 August. At the end of the song, he takes off his guitar in joyous exhaustion, the crowd roars appreciation, and we all let it shine.
And so much gratitude to incredible friends whose kindness ameliorates my homelessness.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.~John Lennon
In this spot stars hang plump as planets, pierce
my knowing. I am blind, feeling my way
through the dark antre, praising the sun fierce.
Empty lies gossamer fall out of play.
This weird year demands presence and grounding
firmly in my sacred vessel. Here now.
Breathing with intention. My heart sounding
through the depths as I ramble on. How
the maps fall away in this full stop.
Rotted foundations giving way. We play
and imagine with great power. The drop
into creative flow our saving grace.
Inspired by: Feeling, Stars, Ramble, Antre and the Stream of Saturday Consciousness prompt: Spot.
The rain has drenched the trees so the cool breeze
tinkles and splatters and whispers through leaves.
At first, I’m charmed, then chilled, but I am here
for flow, my dedicated hour so dear.
And words are rhyming like a child at play.
I bring her out though she will get muddy.
Ah, sun, as if invoked, you suddenly
appear above the fringe of woods. I see
what gives me life. Breathing and what is more
I feel gratitude and joy in my core.
My whole being here embraced and I taste
the fullness as I move through time and space.
Right now my higher self is dancing free
as glorious intent is aiming me.
A grackle lands and scolds as I appear.
Reveal yourself! My open heart sees clear.
Inspired by: First, Fringe and Rain.
Featured image is a kaleidoscope effect on the sun above the fringe of woods this morning.
The great news is, these natural remedies are still rooted in the earth and they are waiting to be found, again. They are waiting for you to happen by with the knowledge and the desire to turn them into medicine.~James Walton
It’s a beautiful way to see the world
at first sight my indolence might take your
breath. Jasmine redolence blooms unfurled
in summer’s drowsy daze. I’m in my core
and praising, grateful for each miracle,
not simpático with culture’s fear-rush
to judgment. Masked faces aren’t lyrical
denying how our bodies work. This fuss
one more failed psyop when we wake. What’s real
cannot be hidden, so I show my face.
My microbiome thanks yours for this feeling
hug, informing matter, human race
let go of false narratives in the thrum
and flow–electricity in aether–
still the lies that crowd into your head. Come.
Create, balance, our harmonic teachers.
Featured image: Lythrum salicaria, Purple Loosestrife, in full glory rising from a mucky swamp. Considered an invasive species, its medicinal qualities are unheralded. Things are not always as they appear.
Inspired by: Redolence, Sight, Simpatico and Breath.
Be cheerfully devoted to shedding your certainties. Lose your attachment to the beliefs and theories you tend to overly rely on. Make yourself as empty and clear and spacious as you possibly can.~Rob Brezsny
There is no chart for these hot waters when
new lands emerge while we’re asleep deprived
of inner compasses, we stir alive
in the deep reckoning. Where we’ve been
is of no consequence. Habits adrift
clamor, stuck in story. How then to shift
automatic vehicles streamlined, cruising
faster than we feel as we’re losing
ground? Morning comes, a frog is swimming dire
along the slanted blue edge. I inquire
if she needs aid. She nears and peers above
and so together we create true love’s
miracles, giving and receiving. She
pauses for a photo and we breathe the
new medium. I point her toward the pond.
Now she must cross this broad green swath alone.
Birds watch and call. Intention’s radiance
deflates cultists’ lockstep obedience.
This woman never follows silly lies.
I poke some holes, walk free, aim the truth’s rise.
Inspired by: Hot, Chart, Asleep and Deprive and this frog, after the rescue.
“People are not willing to be governed any more in that regard, and so we want to recognize that by removing that restriction.”
And so they weren’t! It’s our consent that buries our freedoms.
It’s a numbers game. We MASSIVELY outnumber those who would be our masters—and it terrifies them.
The whole control grid is, in truth, a house of cards. The slightest breath of freedom will level it in an instant.~Brendan Murphy
How do you move through the world with precise
love when all around people are triggered
in fear? You could comfort and soothe with ice
cream or hot soup, secure as life’s rigors
continue nonstop. Do I seem callous
just setting my boundary? Peace is prized
after the long war, while a battle can stir
angry passion. Why not open your eyes
in the darkness, bring light as moonflowers
surprise and delight? I hold wide open
space, deep faith. Sweet inquiry empowers
this heart I consistently put hope in.
Inspired by: Ice Cream, Callous, and Secure.
The intense frustration and surrender that develops like an oyster shell around THE WORLD that is in us and outside us—we have to break down that shell and get to the place where the fire is hot and burning and we have to create and talk from there. From THERE. ~Jon Rappoport
As the mists clear and the lies rise we see
clearly the divide and conquer fables
fed to us from births as slaves–never free
powering culpable elite tables
Alive, the trees casting thousands of seeds
unnoticed in virtual screen presence
we’re masked and isolated, kept in need.
I offer succor found in frondescence.
Every word disempowers. Be still now.
The world reveals each tender moment. How
I hold the knowing, secret flames showing
the way. Create! Outside of time flowing.
Inspired by: Virtual, Frondescence, Culpable, Succor and more fun with river rocks in my featured image.