Creating Today

Creative sparks lead you into uncharted waters.~Jon Rappoport

I’m nearly giddy, dancing as raindrops
adorn my beautiful body with plops
into games of let’s pretend I leap bold
water kisses sizzle my bare skin. Cold

hardhearted daze disappear. I’m here to start
my pure imagination sparking art
creating from the questions I don’t know
a single limit. Look, I’m free. Aglow.

Inspired by: Giddy, Dancing, Nearly and Adorn.

Altar’s Alter

Sitting in meditation, troubling words
emerge to flap frantic, abrupt small birds
batter my house’s hard ceiling, absurd

persistent they break a hole in the roof
of my consciousness, so that a shaft of
light is allowed to enter now.  As proof

of this place carved outside of time and space
I construct an altar, feel now the grace
in my very physical room, the base

of my alchemical transmutation.
Each difficulty offered, creation
gift holy among the crystals stationed:

rose quartz love, deep magnetic pull of eight
hematite stones, a geode carved, the weight
of serpentine, these mysteries a gate

the chance to break the matrix, open me
beyond the confines of controlled mind, see
channeled from outside of my knowing, we

find solutions are instant and easy
unhindered by beliefs, I sit in peace
each troubling thought released to spirit’s breeze.

 

Inspired in this morning’s meditation to reflect that the solutions to what is facing us are not to be found in the mindset that created them.  Calm and centered, the light inspires.  

The featured image is a piece of serpentine found on the coast, with the “swirl” effect filter.

State of Being

We are now beyond the Hero’s Journey.~Erin Stack

I dream weaving in and out, poetry
in motion between frozen figures, see
the goal, score, intentional and precise
love flooding the field, air. Vitality.

Transmission intention in a space
where healers burnish fragments, integrate.
We are now beyond the Hero’s Journey.
Committed and aligned, we sing embodied grace.

This is an arduous birth, long and fraught
Empathy shakes us, intense.
This is how love unfolds true
sacred law now shows miracles we’ve got.

 

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.)

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.

Inspired by Wrangle, Safety, Surprise, Perspicacity, Curve and the dversepoets prompt, where 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.

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.

 

Inspired by Remote, Lesson, Course, Collaborate.