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.
Happy Day of Universal Peace and Galactic Freedom
This is a beautiful place, magical
bird messengers cajole the breeze. Solar
gifts are streaming down, sun gazing eyeful
I’m beside myself moving in pure flow
when I uncouple now from time’s driving
check in with my future self, this discrete
being an illusion, all that striving
just a game. Breathe in and out. Now repeat.
Inspired by: Magical, Cajole, Discrete, Driving and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: check/cheque/Czech.
Keep it simple, deal with the Now. This Global reset is training us to trust the Presence within, and New Earth dynamics of consistent alignment with highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter
How can I serve? Other than offering
mouthwatering cake in an ambience
designed to obliterate posturing.
Sit down, relax, at peace with common sense.
I can’t eat gluten. Sugar is my foe.
So what I’ll bake with patience, and dish up:
harmonic codes designed to feed the flow
of love, ringing. Just breathe right now. Link up.
Inspired by: Cake, Mouthwatering, Obliterate, Ambience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Link.
Written to hold space for the collective shadow work the human race is currently undergoing.
There’s a symphony that I hear in your heart, sets my head a’reeling.~Pete Townshend
Balanced here now she’s tuned right in on you
and I am entranced. I wish to sing my
own dance in the angel’s grace she’s imbued
with. If she doesn’t have wings, no doubt she sighs
over feathers birds drop at her feet. Strength
and clarity. She’s sure in her being,
pausing–as I assume he says, Don’t blink.
That’s good. She stills. He captures harmony.
Inspired by: Wish, Feathers, Assume and Balance. Featured image is a faded photograph of my best friend’s ancestress. When I saw it this morning, I heard The Who singing Getting In Tune, in response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday’s prompt to look at a photograph, seize the first tune that pops into your consciousness, and write about that.
So much excitement beyond eyes’ delight
with my penchant for lovely surprises
I’ve been walking my talk, toss my hat in
the ring. It’s July. I’m alive. I sing
with discretion in June when so many
were sure and armed with factoids aplenty
beliefs cemented, hearts asleep, rescue
imminent, just obey the daily rules.
We’ve already taken our faith to leap
landing lightly and grounded in love, deep
in heartspace where we hold crystal vision
with laughter and joy’s sacred precision
Fear not! For the world changes fast. Don’t run!
Step gently past apparent ruin. Now
holds presents unimagined so bow
wide-eyed innocence guided by the sun.
Inspired by Excitement, Eyes, Penchant, Discretion and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Toss. And the river rocks I’m fascinated with, today with a heat map effect, and then the swirl effect on top of that. Stay well in love and remember: judge not, as nothing is as it seems.
There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We’ve said all there is to say.~Tom Petty
Consider the moon. Magnetic control
until we matriculate, feel the sole
source beyond the solar system. Our goal
to say enough! Reclaim, regain our soul.
I know these words might irk; the usual
suspects–meanings perverted, heavy, full
of propaganda and political
mal-intent. Let’s jump into potential
like a baby, attuned to the sky clock
stepping free from all of the false constructs.
What day is it anyway, as we mock
the attempts to corral the sheepish flock.
Here I am to save the day! In my own
peculiar way. Break another phone.
Electrified. You can’t track how I’ve grown
awake, I see I’ve never been alone.
Inspired by Matriculate, Baby, Enough!, Usual, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: What day is it, anyway?, the current breakdown of the ancient control systems on the planet and my favorite live version of Break Down as the crowd jumps in and Tom Petty warns, “You’re gonna put me out of a job.” Here’s to the new earth and all the new ways of being–and farewell to all the old jobs that no longer serve the whole!
I got no zz’s last night
struggling with breath.
I blamed it on the sizzling sun
at the near-solstice, my soles
and palms radiating ungrounded heat
yet when I woke, I stood
in dizzying smoke oozing
from open windows. This city life
is a puzzle, fresh air fizzles
in a blink. So here I am pensive
at five a.m., quizzical and cloistered
in manufactured coolness.
Dazzled by the earth in her galactic
My new bamboozled and bumfuzzled
neighbors unmuzzled in their fuzzy
factoids inflict their nonsense scolding
like Nazis. They’ve forgotten history.
I keep aiming for the highest trajectory.
Fascists keep struggling to suppress
the dizzying truth: we’re all
intertwined–as every single fire
we light illuminates simply.
Ah, hear that single voice?
Greeting the invisible inevitable dawn.
Let me emulate this song sparrow
let go of all that jazz and sing
one sweet confident trill
to praise what the sky promises.
Join me. The light will show the way.
Inspired by: Cloistered, Pensive, Inflict and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to write a post with words containing zz.
We explore subconscious with tenderness
to begin cognizant of wilderness
interior, we claim these feelings rush
–no poke and post, accuse–with rigorous
logic we nail down the primal essence
no reason to react, we give presence
to those triggered by fear, so powerless
unable to see rejuvenescence
our conscience awakes, insight streams like light
the narrative flips, what looked wrong or right
emerges, necessary steps for growth
the planet hums vibratory preflight
Open to love, imagination soars
we claim each evil deed, we hear the roars
all of our shadows long abhorred arise
we look into each others’ eyes, clear doors.
Inspired by Begin, Wilderness, Cognizant, Conscience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “nail”.
Featured image: my grandson brought some old monster/soldiers to play with, and I told him I didn’t like their energy. So he got out the crystals and cleaned them.
In the city, the path ahead beckons
siren’s call, bright and seductive seconds
on the porch with scalding coffee. Trains wail.
Birds celebrate the sunrise, I reckon.
Exposition of the split clarifies
what fans the flames of violent goodbyes.
This old foundation’s rotten husk’s collapse
long foretold in meditators’ third eyes.
Rejoice! Each step into the now reveals
the way love embraces, head over heels,
even the darkest most repressed shadows
with open arms, we know just how it feels.
Inspired by: Split, Exposition, The Path Ahead, and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “fan” and the amazing opportunity present for the global awakening as we hold space for all of the fragmented collective trauma to finally be felt.
Oh thou who…beset the road I was to wander in, thou wilt not with…evil round enmesh.”~Omar Khayyám
Across the chasm of lies where some maniac
cries some strange fiction he writes in
the sand, saying common sense writ in my hand
can no longer suffice–obscene price–this
planned propaganda is not just domestic
the outreach of evil is global.
And we who celebrate life have to blink.
Who is buying this fraud? Who has never
met god? Not that Vindictive Fellow above.
Mind of creation that lives, dies in love
informing matter, recycling stars
unmasked, unadorned at rest then in motion
the true pulse of connection unafraid
in spite of the malevolence displayed
on the world stage, the poorly written script.
The actors are well paid but not by me
I withdraw my currency to invest
my inspired creation and my flow
informed by the Void where I go, sweet rest
each day, emerge refreshed, in light I play.
Inspired by: Maniac, Domestic, Sand, Chasm and Write. The Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is to select a word that starts with“ch” and use that (bonus if you start with it) in “stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.”