when we meet

fury? courage? no, a fierceness 
of being. simmering power. 

awake in a way 
that we are taught not.

shimmering imagination
and exquisite empathy.

direct connection to the deep
oceans, underground and secret,

that support this simple verse
floating on the surface.

We arrive to ourselves
just as the shock 

ripples true love

through the mistaken skies
of beliefs that have kept us 

not lonely.

It’s open mic night–er, open link night over at dversepoets. Mish offered “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost, piercing me to the core. Happy October, luscious full moon.

Love Poem

Let it play out, witnessing without judgment, calling forth the highest interests of all concerned. Divine Will over personal perception.  Unwavering, untouchable, unconditional presence.~Sandra Walter

Is it sedition to wave vehement
signal flags to head-phoned screen-caught vassals?
The sinkhole of contracted agreement
rightclick free technological hassles

direct download to betrapped dreamers.  How
I’d love to stay and preach vitality:
wake up, unfold into expanding now.
I still and call divine neutrality.

Loved ones disappear down the rabbithole.
Or so it seems.  My lesson magnifies
perilous misbeliefs.  The immense whole
unseen and nothing’s as it seems.  The cries

aswirl as planet shifts.  I hear, rejoice
the change.  Climbing the tallest ladder, place
precise stars, I create my sky.  My choice:
a conscious breath and my own fractals face.

Inspired by: Dreamer, Hole, Vehement, Wave and Sedition.

Living In Harmony

“People are not willing to be governed any more in that regard, and so we want to recognize that by removing that restriction.” 

And so they weren’t! It’s our consent that buries our freedoms.

It’s a numbers game. We MASSIVELY outnumber those who would be our masters—and it terrifies them.

The whole control grid is, in truth, a house of cards. The slightest breath of freedom will level it in an instant.~Brendan Murphy

How do you move through the world with precise
love when all around people are triggered
in fear? You could comfort and soothe with ice
cream or hot soup, secure as life’s rigors

continue nonstop. Do I seem callous
just setting my boundary? Peace is prized
after the long war, while a battle can stir
angry passion. Why not open your eyes

in the darkness, bring light as moonflowers
surprise and delight? I hold wide open
space, deep faith. Sweet inquiry empowers
this heart I consistently put hope in.

Inspired by: Ice Cream, Callous, and Secure.