A Matter of Time

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes/the only throb she gives/is when some heart, indignant, breaks/to show that still she lives.~Thomas Moore.

(Wo)men, who their duties know but know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, prevent the long-aimed blow and crush the tyrant while they rend the chain.~Sir William Jones

Robed in the sable garb of woe/with haggard eye, the poet stood.~Thomas Gray, 1755.

How can we have faith in freedom wrapped in
lies, a quilt sewn with intent, we’re trapped in
skies chem-trailed and electrified, zapped in
every wavelength, satellites are mapped in

this unholy grid, the long-term aim seems
to be annihilation of our dreams.
Be strong, do not vacate your heart, these streams
of love trump all, the pinnacle sun beams

disruption of every nefarious
plot, we ought not despair, the various
fears and rage fuel evil: precarious
hold is lost when we embrace. Carry us

into the new earth emerging so clear
crystalline being now the truth, my dear:
we’ve ever been free, we stand now and cheer
the calendar’s been tossed, we’re finally here.

Inspired by: Vacate, Quilt, DisruptionPinnacle and finding this morning my old cherished first edition One Thousand Gems of Genius in Poetry and Art by the Kings and Queens of Thought, by Frederick Saunders, published 1889.  

This Call To Action

The immortal spirit of every human being is engaged, whether he wants it to be or not. Jon Rappoport

This adventure should change you. Radically transform you. In real ways that you can watch happen day by day.~Caitlin Johnstone

We already have natural immune systems.  They work.~Jon Rappoport

We are Holy. When we meet,
microbes leap, greet

informing, learning evolution croon
invisible dancing thrill breathing tunes,

our receptive lives trading as we keep
ourselves alive, wake from our sleep.

We don’t know divine’s looking through our eyes.
In this great awakening, the string pulls

deep inside, it is my own creation
I decry. I stand empowered, pray some

childhood misperceptions which led me
to create a life unloved away–suddenly

the outside force that fed on this belief
is snaking, a loose hose, air escaping

hear the hissing failed attempt to suck my
energy. Falsehood has no place, erased

as I reclaim my sovereignty. Called to
our places—we signed up for this—the game

is on. The test is clear. No holding back.
Chin up, my dear! In this coming race, step

out of time that tries to force your pace. There’s
only now and there’s no how when we care.

Take each step, released. Realize we’re free,
have been, and always will be. Simply see.

Inspired by: Ambivalent, Call, UnderstatedManeuver and a gorgeous iris in the rain.

The Masquerade

Today is my grandpa’s birth-

day, born 121 years ago,

and isn’t it astounding

that I keep him alive

in my heart?  I know

and love someone born

in 1898.  Love travels

through time with laughter

and wit, weaving lives

together in tapestries

that cannot be destroyed.

We vibrate in these intense

emotions that construct

our very world, carved

into the epigenetic stories

that move us, unseen

and celebrated as we breathe.

Inspired by the unconditional love he gave me, and this photo from Halloween in 1926.