What I Cast

My mission today is to have fun, play
so this pedantic stance must go away.
All these children are masked, seeking solace
in screens, queued vacuous fueling lawless

mandates. How freely do we give assent.
Masks restrict breath’s unlimited blessings.
I walk into a strange new world where fear
has conquered reason. Locked in cages, queer

story called stay home safe sucks energy.
Lionize automatons, sensory
overload. The narrative has changed but
not reality. Who cannot see what

masquerades as truth casts long shadows, dark
and dreary dwelling in the toxins stark?
I can only save myself, focus on
breath. This nonsense holds no sway. Free upon

the earth, I visit ancient trees. Grounded
and rooted in my sovereignty, rounded,
in balance, here I sing. Now love’s the key,
opens into higher trajectory.

Inspired by: Pedantic, Lionize, Long Shadows and Queue.

Stay In Tune Offline

The collective is seething aturmoil
calling me out of the now where my breath
anchors me in coherence. As we roil
our strategies fall down like snow, small death

of the concerns that foil the long game. Who
am I? How do I feel your despair so
rampant? As I tune in and I gain new
perspective, realms open, new concerto

our creation. As each voice sings out true,
I bring my gifts to these dark places. Wing
my blessings, limitless, to those who queue
begging for hope. Look up. Let true love zing.

Inspired by: Strategy, Concern and Snow.

May all beings be free

“I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done.”~Buddha

Instead of plotting some comeuppance for
a troublemaker, I sit, present, breathe
morning prayers sending sustenance. Doors
open in closed hearts when blessings flow. Leave

the beings who finagle in dismay
and fear confusion. The world’s air with pure
intention, I share. Merit as I pray
and face the mirror, clean my fractal, sure.

Inspired by: Trouble, Comeuppance and Finagle.

Joy Like Spring

Welcome back, delight, how you come courting
dazzling with bright joy and laughter, thwarting
the demons of anxiety, despair
who turn and flee just hearing that you care.

Higher angelic realms unknown to me
fulfilling their assignment tirelessly
renew all hope pirated by news streams
lifting with synchronicity and dreams

this child who yells and runs to me to fling
himself into my arms, how my heart sings!

Inspired by: Delight, Assignment, Pirate and Dazzling.

Rising

In this topsy turvy mandate for ill
health, woe to the weavers of ludicrous
lies, the series: ridicule, mute and still
those with eyes who dare to stand, numerous.

How humorous to say bodies have changed.
This bold campaign to seize our sovereign power
by any means extends thick and deranged
and since we’re fed on it from birth, its sour

taste seems normal. We’re too small to shake yokes
of enslavement, too busy to think each
unique voice has the choice to decry, hoax!
I apply heuristic devices, reach

the bone-deep knowledge tested in new ways
that who we are emerges in the now.
My limitless imagination slays
apparent obstacles. Freedom avow.

Inspired by: Series, Woe, Health and Heuristic.

Appearances Deceive

I’m picking up pulses, reality
exquisitely eager vibrations, poised
for reception. Old tale convulses, frees
perception. The false narratives employ

elaborate operations that gnaw
in dissonance, speeding up time until
the stress might kill those trapped in evil’s maw.
Projecting resonance, redefine real.

In this hour, homeless and destitute,
I have released. Free and astute
I stand in power. My authentic voice
sings praise for this breath. In the now, rejoice.

Inspired by: Operation, Gnaw, Eager and Picking. And Tom Kenyon’s amazing new offering The Window of Harmony for relief from the negative effects of stress.

Prayer for the higher trajectory

Illusions linger, liquid waterfall
of salty tears, a fluid trail down cheeks.
I’ve prayed my hardened heart would melt. Now all
I’ve blocked hits hard. I’m down. Let me receive.

Inspired by: Liquid, Trail, Linger and Illusion.

No Limits Is The Key

This morning my path strewn with obstacles
appears the opposite of what I’ve prayed
so fervently I expect miracles
summoning guides and angels to play.

All childish narratives must be revealed
and stories about what’s in front of me–
the dark and dirty secrets I’ve concealed
I bring to light with heavenly help. See

I’m moving limitless beyond, above
some sky you might conceive to cage me. Love
has no limits. Warnings betray the bones
of fear’s construction. With this key alone

the lunatic fringe unveils the tarnish
of the ravishing, utterly false ploy
offering. Elucidation: varnish
thin and cracking under the weight of joy.

Expand my DNA as I receive
what I project so mindfully. Rejoice!
My courage leads me into now. Perceive
I move mountains with my authentic voice.

Inspired by a kind and loving response from the amazing Dan Booth Cohen, and these prompts: ravishing, warning, fringe, betray and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt sky’s the limit. (Only the first three stanzas qualify for the SOCS prompt, the last two had FIVE edits, since once I read it over, I realized I had misread my hurried scrawl and had missing lines and rhymes. I’m linking anyway, because it’s such an amazing and fun prompt and I really want to spread the word.)

The Rising

Too many crows to count gilding black wings
in this glorious rising. I am stunned
cold fingers fumbling. Aperture brings
focused acclaim. Here is a brand new sun.

In this golden celebration I glean
deep secrets long misplaced. I am Empress
legendary, sovereign. In my clean
vessel I host trillions. We bring the best

and highest benefaction, living praise.
Balance, ground and center all distortions.
Freedom sets us in truth’s bet. Call and raise
breath, holy intentional devotions.

Inspired by: Bet, Glean, Misplaced and Legendary.

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I Believe It’s Time For Me To Fly

Each movement towards personal wholeness acts also upon the whole of reality.~Francene Hart.

I list today’s action steps. The onus
is on me. Tackle waiting obstacles
–incessant noisy greed, season’s bonus—
as a summons of excellence tickles

my fancy. Climbing up, the canopy
reveals higher perspectives. Here I pray
a traveller’s protected panoply
of fearless steps. My truth renewed, I play.

Healing waters cascade on my parade.
Unlimited potential now awaits.
Descending back into the muck, eyes wide
I open heart and mind, leave comfort’s side.

Inspired by: Tackle, Incessant, Onus, Canopy, Waiting and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: List.