The Great Globe Escapade

Let a frown be your umbrella~Oscar The Grouch

The great globe escapade dream-like began
in a foreign locale where women mask
while browsing past cheap trinkets and you can
call relics from my childhood vintage, ask

at any Shipshewanna market stall.
Playing photographer, beauty I trail
my friends, two Nordic goddesses I call
framing my shots in joy intentional

and they willingly pose deadpan and all
around I hear the murmur in the crowds,
who is that? Oh, she’s famous—can’t recall
and then the vendor cries, and he is loud

no pictures, can’t you read? just radiating
animosity, the cranky man
claiming his legal rights. I end his prate
showing each frame, I offer to abandon

any shots he wishes. Truth, I’m charmed.
He’s bought into my she’s-all-that intent
just as I’m stepping into it. Disarmed
by flowing joy he grudgingly consents.

I grin, thankful his unique eyes can see
my expanding possibilities. How
to step into the challenge? I must be
curious and wild, tuned right in to now.

Inspired by: Umbrella, Dream, Escapade and Locale.

Truth Is

The possibilities I envision–
untethered to a past–through a gleaming
gate streaming in starlit precision
now that I’m not diminutive, afraid

and powerless.  A paragon at last
I can leave the choosers to writhe inside
their choices–unjudging, I ascend fast
my own way awake. Place Gaia first, wide

serving humbly and astounded to clean
with that old healing formula pure love-
intention. We are reeling in mistaken
perception, our frequency hums above

misconceptions.  In crystalline truth, feel
the ethers, like a rippling sea, and we,
antennae of celebration, can heal
with respect.  Each measured step, oh, aim me

in my highest trajectory. We can
not flee our roots; we only touch the sky
on this spaceship our mother earth. Seek and
speak what’s true for you: it’s time now to fly.

Inspired by Celebration, Diminutive, Paragon and Afraid.

Love Unmasking

Work on your stuff or your stuff will work on you.~Steven Forrest

Yesterday the zinging web presented
strangers and neighbors’ dogs,

my nimble heart like a bee among
nectared blossoms until I lumbered

home. The introvert with social skills
so easily called beyond the borders,

feigning strength even to myself.
My overwhelm a necessary piece

of the tenacity today.
I matter.

Reaching into my core, the innermost
fires of the planet breathing

life. This is it. Welcome
what is in my way. These precious

blocks, so long scorned
and ugly, dark shadows of

unresolved trauma I carry
weighted and slow until you

laughing and easy, hold out
a hand. Together we open

these cumbersome boxes and shine
the tarnished treasures within.

Inspired by: Nimble, Tenacity, Web and Welcome.