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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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RISING


GERMANY 130

In the cave dark and deep

Cold gives lies to what is thought lost

The heat of the heart was pulled

to the North where winter held her

Hostage to the frigid deceit

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A flickered shiver of a flame

on a breath of a whisper of green

Takes in the inhale of Spring

remembering the call of the Sun

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Pushing up from the dark and deep

On hands and knees crawling

on ancient bed rock out reaching

for the light.  Pulled to the east

with morning’s waking yawn

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And you stand up tired of sleep

Tired of of the dark cold cave

Raising open arms like buds

unfolding to the Sun’s illumination

In the quick blind, on the first

inhale of life’s arousal back to yourself

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THE ALL WRONG THINKS TO RIGHT ITself… a pantoum


I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”.  I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it.  This is that poem.  The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness.  As you see, I changed it.  I switched it around.  I didn’t at first.  I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around.  (what a concept)  Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around.  I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all.  That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.

Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out.  So… here ya have it.  Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.

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The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

There in lives the story line of despairing thought

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

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There in lives the story line of despairing thought

Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known

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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

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Pantoum for Colliding Paradigms


Did Alice know?  Down the hole we go.  It’s not moving very slow… anymore.
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COLLIDING PARADIGMS

A matrix of illusive illusions in call to kinship desires

Paradigms collide hoping for the win

Fear wants for the caress of love and safety

How the ease is made for these deceptions

Paradigms collide hoping for the win

Choices make way for diverse consequences

How the ease is made for these deceptions

“Only you can prevent forest fires”

Choices make way for diverse consequences

Power is not over other, it is within

“Only you can prevent forest fires”

Smokey the Bear modeled stewardship

Power is not over other, it is within

Stake your power to the Highest good

Smokey the Bear modeled stewardship

Your land needs your greatest care

Stake your power to the Highest Good

Fear wants for the caress of love and safety

Your land needs your greatest care

A matrix of illusive illusions in call to kinship desires

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The Way is Not Lost or Found


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THE WAY IS NOT LOST OR FOUND

It’s not that The Way is lost

Or you lost your Way,

or what is lost is way far away.

or that you need finding.

There is compliment in the way

getting lost calibrates your compass.

Bringing that crazy eight swiped in the air

to captures a moment of Infinity

that wants a moment of direction

from the center place of you already found.

When The Way needs you to breathe into it.

To re-calibrate the  purpose that is already yours

in the 360 from where you north, south

east and west yourself on the way home.

This fugue state is the pause, the inhale

and exhale, because the speed of light

Is too much for an earthly body to comprehend

while making Way to Enlightenment is already yours.

Being lost is the 3Dimensional duality to found.

That choice is not what is the matter of what matters.

It helps give rest and reflection

that holds sacred this journey.

The Way is not lost nor found

It is.

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I Am Convinced.


day 27… napowrimo

MAP FACE

 

I am convinced we are all like trees and grass
Sky and Sun, Moon and stars, rain and snow
Growing strong and burying our roots deep
Rising to greet the sun in a verdancy of excitement
Dreaming dreams in the vast blue beyond the
Midnight infinite sparkle and super nova
Cycling like the moon in the moody pattern
that keeps calling us to let our seasons winter
And summer, spring and fall, in their rest,
in their exuberance, their spice, their budding.
Do we not know all this birthing, living, and dying?
Re-birthing like the trees and grass, the sky and sun,
The moon and stars, in the rain and snow.
Rotating around in a Milky Way of togetherness
Never ceasing, alway cycling, leaving patterns,
re-creating, re-storing, giving back, taking away
In the ever after, ever more of me and you and us
Doing the same thing, here, there, far away and near
Rooting, budding, greening, living, flowering, dying
In the back to the earth it all goes and we start all
over again, and again, and again
What will convince you that you are One with All this?

 

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The American Dream… revamped


day 23… napowrimo.

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The American Dream revamped

 

I wonder what’s missing looking around at everything

The American Dream made a big pitch for

“It’s out there Baby and you go get it”

Build those dreams on all that demand

to have and hold the making of greater and lesser

things Out There, where success brands its name

in the searing want to get out there and get it all

 

If you make it they Will buy it

If you make it they will want it

If you dream it into being, it’s the

dream that leaves us out there

far away from who we really are

 

I wonder what’s missing looking around at everything

All those dreams and schemes made manifest

That we all tuck our lives into for every reason

That gives rise to the Sun everyday

Work hard to gain.  Work hard to have

Work hard to make a future

Work hard cause that’s what

we do to get ahead, get there, get stuff

Get along, get stuck, get lonely

Feel a void, in the Out There

Cause It’s the Dream

 

If you join you’re a winner

If you Join you’re in the club

If you dream it, it’s yours

Out there, somewhere far

from who you really wanted

to dream yourself into being

 

What’s missing is not out there in that everything

Nothing ‘out there’ feeds the soul’s desire for

unity, oneness, love, peace, joy, creativity.

It’s just not ‘out there’ in the fraud of that

old over used dream.

 

“It’s in there Baby, right in your heart

so when you’re awaken to it you can

go out there and Be what you dreamed.”

 

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