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.
Pedantic, Lionize, Long Shadows and Queue.
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.
Strategy, Concern and Snow.
“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.
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!
Delight, Assignment, Pirate and Dazzling.
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.
Series, Woe, Health and Heuristic.
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.
Operation, Gnaw, Eager and Picking. And Tom Kenyon’s amazing new offering The Window of Harmony for relief from the negative effects of stress.
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.
Liquid, Trail, Linger and Illusion.
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.)
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.
My time on WordPress is coming to an end. Thank you so much for reading, liking and commenting on my journey these last three years. I send you blessings in our connection that reaches far beyond the machines’ thrall.
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.
Tackle, Incessant, Onus, Canopy, Waiting and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: List.