Love’s Freedom Codes

Be sure to unplug from the scramble of narratives often; it literally interferes with your coherence…Only empower the thoughts, words, actions and feelings you desire to see manifested.~Sandra Walter

Imagine with no restraints, release each
misperception society’s imposed
the muck and drama to the roots exposed
collective trauma symptoms rise and teach

a wave must break upon the shore. Grackles
now enter this stanza with a scold aimed
at my crude philosophizing cackles
the world goes by, by habit join the game

Unplug! Don’t watch these systems burn; you’ll choke
on ashes, mourn the failing gadgets, flee
freedom, seek the old familiar yoke.
See with your heart, reclaim reality!

Laid off and disempowered how can we
regain our feet, the food we eat revolved
on lack and greed—these old beliefs dissolve.
What’s real—what I call love—emerges free.

Inspired by: Layoff, and Gadget

Simply Put

How can I speak into cranky fear
simply, leaving the prolix soapbox?
Our awakening is unpredictable;
the AI masters gnash their teeth, perplexed.
Look into the fire in the sky,

dig fingers deep into our earth
mother running through our songs.
We breathe a symphony. As we assemble
onstage, so many sleepwalkers wander
out of tune. What joy as they rouse.

Fighting the cancerous cells, labeling
psychopaths in corrupt old systems
ancient and disintegrating in our light
feeds that dying flame, the silly
illusion of separation. No more!

That song has left the galaxy.
We hold space in the flowing ether
of unity. On the front porch,
a hummingbird hovers by the new feeder,
testing my intention. Love and service

even to these frazzled, triggered ones
plugged into the false web
just a song away from true harmonics
as we reconnect to the light
we are, allowing source

again and again, receptive, letting
go of judgment and arrogance because
we don’t know this immensity.
Welcome ourselves as we turn
into the music of now: awake, alight, aware.

Inspired by:  Cranky, Fire in the sky, Unpredictable and Prolix.  Featured image by Linda Stuart capturing a moment of me doing my favorite thing in the world.

Doors of Perception

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” ― Aldous Huxley

This morning in the portal by the lake
my heart exults. New visitors appear:
a cinnamon singer–I came ill-prepped,
dashing back to the human realm for books
and binoculars. Oh, brown thrasher, sing
our true connection. From this moment on
inform my now with highest intent: love
bypasses the television-controlled
lethargic worried minds fatigued by non
sequiturs, an incessant house sparrow’s chipping.  I sit with birds, we electric
beings on the brink of discovery,
awakening again and again to
new creation always buzzing, humming
sacred unknowable unmoving light.

 

Featured image of a brown thrasher found here.

Gotta wake, gotta wake

Gotta wake, gotta wake from this
enchanted state on the advent of
consumerism leaping the gate
my inbox spills
from cyber trills
every predilection I have hosted,
I’ve boasted, raised my glass
and toasted.  Hey, I never realized

all the damage done in my name,
drone bombing of innocents, spun,
–oops, a mistake,
sheer heartbreak
for heaven’s sake.

All the data packets waiting
for some space
to download.
We gotta clear and cleanse
all that old stuff gotta go.
Gotta uncoil this lust for oil.
Make amendments to our inner soil.

The plans to foil unconscious tracks
gotta wake gotta shake
these boots from our backs.

Like Indra’s net, we reflect
the fractals of our beauty rising up from neglect
when we connect
create respect
with love unchecked.

Inspired by Advent, Predilection, Damage and Enchanted.

What is fitting

Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of [wo]man.~Bertrand Russell

The extroverts here only see the remnant
of the woman I once sewed to survive.

On my odyssey to awaken from the
societal spell, I borrow sanctuary.

And how it infuriates them as I mine
for salvation in the depths

of the mountains of disinformation
where they dwell in fear.

They worship the super villains
flocked by teams of press agents

and lawyers. This slowly waking
poet poking holes in the story

has no place or time. They cut
out articles on how to get a job

–trade away thought and
energy to make things the populace

will buy in the morning and
discard come nightfall. Holding

the model as a beacon, a siren song
luring me to the harness

with the promise of oats and hay,
someone benevolent to ride me.

I turn to the magnetic intelligence
always available

what is present now
an embodied being

dreaming my self
awake, aware right here

Inspired by: Remnant, Odyssey, Borrow and Infuriate.

Double Take

I think, therefore I am.~Rene Descartes.
In the stillness of my heart, I am.~Thomas Huebl

There are 10,000 thank yous
in my pliable heart today

spiraling in layers of waking,
calling me from the dreams.

It takes gumption to deny
the insidious cosmology

walking outside the rigid
boxes and Cartesian love

affair with the monkey mind.
When will science comprehend burps

signify the presence of ancestors,
that living trauma obstructs

our songs in the fields of
our being? When can we call a

dead stop to giggle
at duality, celebrate the belly

laugh that loosens the grip
of damnably right or humiliatingly

wrong? We become this mourning
dove surprised into flight

eye-catching, swirling air
across the lake. We recognize

each other. The plump and juicy
aloe plant vibrates the window.

We drip gratitude as we
breathe. The trees quiver.

Rocks hold deep programmable
space. Cicadas chirrup.

Light reaches into us all
in abundant, life-giving waves.

Inspired by: Giggle, Layer, Gumption and Pliable.

Out of Time

Your cage door’s been sprung wide open.  And I’m hoping you’ll see…~Dan Fogelberg

Past these monthly cages
in which every new moon
surprises in unfathomable
skies, I find this moment.

My infatuation with the blasphemy
swallowed whole as a student
captured me as surely as
the battery cells in The Matrix.

Just an insignificant portion
of fuel for the insatiable
draining machine until I wake.
Before the nightmare takes hold

again, I set my intention,
commence a new calendar to
follow astronomical guidance.
I am walking out of time,

piercing the veil with
steady daily steps. Commit me.
Call me crazy. I connect to
the light you shine–yes, you!–

every splintered fractal, a word,
a glance, a happenstance. My grandson
chases a woman in the forest
to gift his green pinecone.

She accepts this true love
offering and all our value
increases as we all
share unexpected joy.

Inspired by: Infatuation, Blasphemy, Commence, Capture and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt Astronomical (write a stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.  And as always, it is sooooo difficult not to edit!!)

Beyond Bombarded

All we need is hope
And for that we have each other ~ Andra Day.

I break out of the radio
active waves where I am
the target of entrainment.
Unsubtle, brutish, a puzzle
how this happened.

I No Longer Acquiesce.

I am a child of Gaia and our
indomitable spirit rises
over this apparent adversity.

The House is voting to condemn
tweets by the lord of chaos
while tormented people stuffed
in cages swelter on the border.

The productive heart listens
past the infernal invitation
to smear, denigrate, exclude.
We are each necessary parts
to integrate.

I reach out in deep
space meditation with this finely
strung nervous system. Can you
feel how far it reaches?

Down low are the harassing
5G vibrations shaking down
the unwary, but once you turn off
the sets in your vicinity, no longer
pulled like water skiers, drop into
the busy lake with fast and fatal
propellers,

sink deep, open your heart where
I am, and together, brimming
with this vital
present
humming, tingling life,

our only course
is to rise.

Inspired by: Adversity, Puzzle, Productive and Target, this cover of Rise Up by Morissette, two bees courting this coneflower this morning–working side by side, and the release that comes from connecting with you, fellow travelers on the road to the new global love village we create right now.

Let Your Light Shine

Your vigilance now, and your determination to hold the planet in your love, are the keys to unlocking the kingdom.~Patricia Cori

Tuesday’s elaborate energy
work—full moon, partial eclipse

and Mercury retrograde—pulled
distraction devices from my field.

The wrenching pain sent me into sleep
visits in universes, informed

by matter. I strove to balance
all of my being. I don’t know

about yourself, but I scribble art
in parallel places—create

architecture, poetry and
flight. Every relationship that stalled

here, lives on a dreamscape away.
Bringing all of us up to speed

took Wednesday. Today I wake
to a stilled and sullen world.

Twitter has turned unappealing
black. Only the ugliest

political voices fill blue
screens. I sail past the battery

of bitter recriminations,
the fear-born anger. Do you know

in our quiet inner spaces,
we connect in light? Intricate

internet far surpassing this
technology wielded to control

us with subverted crystals.
I see you shining above

the murky fog. Our love glitters
across the darkened planet.

Rooted in the deep places where
fear is not, this rollercoaster

of perceptions allowed to thrill,
and we’re laughing in the face of

inimical would-be masters
because at last, at long last

we know what is illusion
and what is real.

Inspired by: Battery, Elaborate,  Scribble and Yourself and DaKara Kies’ energy work.

Right Now

Now is the time to rise and take back the power you have given to wishing yourself away.~Patricia Cori

That stunning shade of green

summer in Ireland, misty, lush,

sings by the lake this morning.

Ferns are stroked

so gently, an almost imperceptible

sway.  Songbirds harmonize lofty

praise to now, raising my vibration.

I’m outside to escape the dread-news

saga juddering the square walls

ricocheting from flat ceilings.

Listen, Gaia, I am here

for you.  I’m adding my voice

to my cheerful avian allies.

Celebrate each tiny note

composing the symphony we are.

I am in love, committed.  Finally

I allow even the darkest shadows.

The quiet place inside where we are

frames each exquisite signal

of our emerging unstoppable joy.

Inspired by:  Escape, Lofty, Saga, Quiet  and these vibrant quick-changing sunsets that set my spirit on fire!