Today sitting with a soupçon of hope
the kind that wraps around like smoke designed
to bypass all the doors I’ve firmly closed,
I glimpse into present. Now is just fine
so why do I worry and project doom?
Scare tactics I created to survive
come crashing down. Good riddance. I make room
for new insights upon which I will thrive.
Listen, as all the old systems crumble,
detox, deterge, release. Weep if you must.
Illusions we’ve anchored life on tumble
leaving us free. Imagine limitless.
Inspired by: Deterge, Design, Survive and Soupçon.
Featured image is a Rose of Sharon juxtaposing old withered petals, new vibrant blooms and bursting red buds. How nature brings the exact lesson I need!
Title is from a folk song I still love to play and sing: Today by Randy Sparks.
All around me, people watch the burning
called by each old twisted fragment flame-lit
behavior choosing sides, reaching, yearning
for change yet stuck, mired in the same shit.
The illusion of individuality like a mask
in the divide and conquer game, we’re played
like pawns. We’re all connected and we’re tasked
with one specific song to sing today.
A bullfrog croaks just as the sprinklers hiss
on bark the sun blesses before the storm.
I’m taking respite in a zone of peace
while the old systems crash, collapse and harm
the young like waving branches in these gusts
carried by passionate agility.
They think me gelid. As I praise love thrusts
while fear seeks symptom’s culpability.
Can you see the strong trunk and the deep roots?
We hold. Believe nothing is as it seems.
Create reality. Choose words to suit
our highest trajectory–rise from dreams!
Inspired by: Zone, Gelid, Behavior and Respite.