Monthly Archives: September 2012

THE LIFE N’ DEATH OF IT


The last day of September… didn’t I tell you that there were 37 minutes to the hour?  Why… yes I did.  Time is such an illusion.

The peace of the morning tumbles to the sound of hunters rapid gun fire.  It echos across the lake in a surging wave that screams ‘death to you’.  It disturbs me, and I remember where I am; in small town northern Michigan where hunting is a way of life and some to practice the life of survival by living off the land anyway they can.  And then there are those that do it for sport.  I choose to not even let myself go to ‘that place’.

 

Still, the beauty of the morning rises with the Sun. The cumulous clouds  lay a mountain of puff on the tree horizon in a slow roll over the lake, making me want to jump high for a float  in the blue sea of sky across the land.

 

The blast of the bullets fill the air

Carries the ache of death in the wind

There is no match in my consciousness

for the beauty of the morning rising

and the rapid fire of bullet to soft flesh

 

There is no place in my serenity that

lingers in the snuff of death by hunter

Or can I fill my mind with the leak of blood

that lays it’s drench on the forest floor.

No matter my knowing of creation and death’s circle

 

There is no hiding from the circle of 3D living

Where Love and fear play out dualities dance

and the beauty of a morning Sun rises to 

Share it’s moments with the bullets of death

On the the green and blue sphere of Earth

 

Choice is to be made in these moments

as the land births a new day and the gun 

ends the day for a life worth living 

Whether to quiver to the fear of dying 

or welcome the glory of Sun rising

 

It’s all happenin now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FULL MOON PATH


Full Moon last night… Gorgeous rising up over the lake, laying the glittered beam right up my body. If I could only walk it to the stars.  One Day.

It was more than a walk on water

To walk that full moon beam on up

A Path of sparkle to the heavens

 

A shimmering strip of light

A beacon of grace at the shore

Touches my toes in want of me

 

I feel the drench of light enter

Slow like a good lovers urging

Into the magic of this hungry light

 

Raises me up to the Celestial slowly

So I can feel every cell of me open wide

To the vast swell of energy quickening

 

Ready to spill my starry night’s fervor

As I give myself the quivering beam

Shimmering before me calling me home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FOG ON THE DEASE


 Very strong morning sippy up here at The Dease.  Taking bits of the hot brew and letting in awaken the sleep out of me.  Standing on the deck watching the Sun rise, burning the fog off in large drifts as it float in wisps of cloud-like poofs over the land and lake.

Loons find great feeding right in front of the cottage; taking  swirling morning dives on the slick, flat lake, while the fog dances it’s dissipation on it’s surface.  Picture perfect.  Morning rise on the Dease.  Into the calm of the day I give Full Moon dreams

 

DEASE LAKE FOG

Dance the fog to Sun

Swirl in dervish wisp rapture

Lake smoke finds blue sky

 

Full moon Aries Point

Planetary lines connect

Gaia call’s the Plan

 

Loon to water play

Dive sleek beneath the clear deep

Rise to give their call

 

 

 

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CLOSURE’S PRAYER OF LOVE


Mornin’… Whew…  Life is a whirlwind and then some calm.  Closure of an ‘era’ in my life finds itself to a tender, weepy letting go in the arms of a loved one, and always the essence of a new beginning glitters a prism of possibility in the air around me.  

 

Dease Lake gives her call for that kinda calm, and sparkle, and I hear it.  A time to process feelings, and have laughter with old dear friends.  Another full moon rising tomorrow.  Over the lake she will give her glow; always a treat.  

 

Closure’s Prayer

 

Held to closures impact a surrender 

Pushes at every edge no matter the curve

Finding it’s way to heart

 

Somethings you don’t know till you know

In that ocean of Self in caves of deep

Glad to remember how to swim under water

 

Not having to hold your breath 

In the comfort of that deep blue well of 

Stored emotions bubbling up to your surfaces

 

Letting the bubbles pop or drift away

Up to the heavens in full surrender

Swimming up to your surface for a look around

 

Drenched in your salty tears hit by the Sun

As the salt quickens and dries white on your body

And your angel wings open to the blue sky

 

You let the rest of your rising deep 

Catch the wind and you fly high

Sprinkling your angel dust tears

 

Everywhere on surrendered curves and angles

Not closing but opening to Heavens pearls

Around your neck in a prayer of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mornin’… Whew…  Life is a whirlwind and then some calm.  Closure of an ‘era’ in my life finds itself to a tender, weepy letting go in the arms of a loved one, and always the essence of a new beginning glitters a prism of possibility in the air around me.  

 

Dease Lake gives her call for that kinda calm, and sparkle, and I hear it.  A time to process feelings, and have laughter with old dear friends.  Another full moon rising tomorrow.  Over the lake she will give her glow; always a treat.  

 

Closure’s Prayer

 

Held to closures impact a surrender 

Pushes at every edge no matter the curve

Finding it’s way to heart

 

Somethings you don’t know till you know

In that ocean of Self in caves of deep

Glad to remember how to swim under water

 

Not having to hold your breath 

In the comfort of that deep blue well of 

Stored emotions bubbling up to your surfaces

 

Letting the bubbles pop or drift away

Up to the heavens in full surrender

Swimming up to your surface for a look around

 

Drenched in your salty tears hit by the Sun

As the salt quickens and dries white on your body

And your angel wings open to the blue sky

 

You let the rest of your rising deep 

Catch the wind and you fly high

Sprinkling your angel dust tears

 

Everywhere on surrendered curves and angles

Not closing but opening to Heavens pearls

Around your neck in a prayer of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE SCHEME AND SCAM OF THINGS


Hello One n’ All.  I’m zooming this morning.  Got a buzz going on and it ain’t in the sippy of the coffee.  I know I hope where that’s coming from and it might be that I have a busy day before the day started.  Zoom zoom zoom.

I like the way the word ‘zoom’ looks.  Ya know?

Today, I am prompted by the idea of ‘Schemes’ and Scams as there’s some of that drifting about in my community.  The idea of a ‘gifting circle’ that is really caught in the zone of Pyramid schemes and scams.  It alll looks so good, sounds so good, tempts the senses into desire and want cause, after all, it just might benefit many, it might lead to more abundance and prosperity, circulate money, make us richer in the gifting and giving.  I want that.  I believe in abundance and prosperity for ALL in the gift that keeps on giving.

If you are not aware of Pyramid schemes and the subtle  divisiveness of them, I invite you to Google it.  It’s worth knowing about.  Certainly, if you are in the creation of the scheme you will benefit and the rest of ya… not so much, if at all.

THE SCHEME OF THINGS…

Circulating the cash for a greater reward

Movin’ the money around from here to there.

From you to me, and me to you and them

Gathering others in the circle to expand the circle

to Expand the circle, to expand our wallets.

 

There should be a quick way to abundance

In accord with the abundance of Spirit.

Feeling the prosperity load up from the inside out.

Part of the economics that should not keep you in the struggle

When plenty is stacked up in rich people’s coffer.

 

And your people lose their home’s and jobs

It ain’t right in the inequality of the bull shit.

When there is enough for everyone that don’t have enough

You don’t have enough.  When is enough enough?

Schemin’ and dreamin’, a scavenger of of possibilities.

 

Why not lay your gamble down and risk something?

Life is a gamble in your breathing and the circle calls.

In the sounds so good in the get a little richer scheme of it.

Banked from the top giving the bottom the same struggle

as it’s always been in your hopeful and the loss caves in on you.

 

Say it isn’t so in the scheme of that Pyramid

That ancient glorious edifice of magic and mystery

falsely equated with a corrupt scheme to scam us.

We just didn’t get the true mystery that lays at our center

That place in the heart n’ gut of us that feeds us truth.

 

If you’re make a gamble, gamble on your goodness of heart

Gamble on the abundance of your Spirit and prosperity of friendships

Maybe the scheme of things is the wondrous pleasure of kindness

and the giving without return to keep the circle of goodness strong

and a smile and hello to everyone you meet so the circle is unbroken.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ON BEING FRIENDS.


Happy Birthday Cate.  This ones for you..

 

BIRTHDAY GIRL…

Friends find shelter with each other

Held to the heart when not even a whisper is needed

Where need is not in the reaching rather

The comfort of knowing the other is there

 

Friends find joy with each other

Weaving through the pages of life’s giggles

And absurdities with the laughter of

Childlike abandoned because we can

 

Friends seek Spirit together

Unfolding the souls call from the heart

In reverence of differences and likeness

Remembering many lives together

 

Friends find each other 

Without explanation connection Is

The heart has a love affair never ending

I find my best self by knowing you

 

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THE BORG… resistance


happy birthday Helen.

Morning visitors, friends, n’ family.  Didn’t autumn just give a giant ‘I’m here”?   I could smelling it coming for days and then the Equinox. With the magic wand of seasonal change;  Voila, we have fallen into Fall.

The ‘sippy the coffee’ is especially good this morning.  I need the zing of it’s wake up.  I slept like a baby last night and slept long.  I welcome that kind of non-resistant sleep.  

 

“Resistance is futile” so say the Borg

Their ‘trans-human morphology

Unified; a collective of humorless

auto-matrons perfectly ordered  

on behalf of the systems heart-less

mechanism.

 

Give me something to push at.

Of choice that gives question to

authoritarian construct.

Without the conflict of ‘one right way’

In the Oneness of Us

 

Lay perfect order in joyful patterns 

that find resolution in the stir of honey 

fresh on toast, in the sip of Earl Grey tea.

or the nose to nose of dolphin to human

in a crystal blue sea of Unity

 

What is resistance if not the call to wonder why

as answers of the Universal enthuse in our

curiosity, as we swim in the soup of Infinity

that holds the known waiting to be understood.

As duality loses it’s hold and the heart center leads.

 

The Borg knew in their limited strong hold

that in oneness they are strong.  That to resist

has it’s pain.  Only, Only, their story speaks to

an empty heart, joyless, contrived, null n’ void

of love connection.  

 

I will resist that.  I can not resist living in Joy.

 

 

 

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