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.
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.
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.
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.