Poem 30, Day 30

As our world crumbles we

Must each take a stand

Strengthen our relationships

Build our reserves,

and lovingly band.

.

We are not alone if we find

And honor each other

So many of us in the face of these

extreme world changes,

including the weather

.

we just want peace together

.

What can we blame:

politicians, voters?

The messed up matrix

of the world stage deceivers?

Ruling oligarchs creating fear

and subjugation believers?

anarchists and nihilists

what is now an extremist?

misinformation, misdirection, missing

the shared purpose around what means

freedom.

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Is it the new scenery

that Spaceship earth is

transiting?

A cosmic bad neighborhood

with bad vibes disastering?

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I suggest this is part of our evolution.

This is a painful experience of dissolution.

The chaos before the clarity, the dusking before the dawning. But I don’t like it!

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I suggest we don’t blame our hearts. I suggest we make peace with ourselves from the start.

I suggest we honor what’s thriving within us.

We turn our attention to our own dominion.

We strive for inner balance and communion.

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The greatest defiance now is to fixate on, and to promote hope. While also maintaining the awareness of scope. What we believe matters, if not our energy will indeed fall a-scatter.

To see with clear eyes and to cling to what is right, loyal, true and what matters.

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Keep your pulse on what makes you able to continue…get up, go on,

decide to thrive!

I didn’t plan on ending with such intensity. The muse took me here. The poem dissolved at times, too. The guidance for me is clear. I honor the muse and muses which helped me get 30 poems in/out this month—one poem per day.

Now there’s a processing moment, maybe many moments. Too soon to tell.

Write your hearts out. Write from you as you. No matter what you have to say, you are expressing in your own way. A poem is a kind vessel. The gentlest gift to give oneself. I am grateful for the ability to lift my own weight to share my heart, and all the further magick that shifts me into a new being, as I explore through my journey with life, while sharing the inspirations along the way.

Thank YOU for being here!

Poem 29, Day 29

white feathery wings

Circle around above me

as I lift the last vestiges of

this recent tiredness storm

Invigorated by some

extra clearing required and

the work done around it

starting to sparkle now.

released a lot of

past life dross, broken dreams

and abrupt endings

met in stampede to realize

now that being “seen”

is okay, and even better living

free, unlocking another level

not being crumpled by hoards

overcoming my nothingness

Moving now with restoration

Slow and steady with

Gathering strength, my pancaked form

upright and three-dimensional

waiting on that next rotational

Spiral up the Mountain View

To see above it

And find ever-more that something new.

I cannot believe I made it this far! I thought I would sputter out at 3 poems in and then be spotty the whole way through. The heavy lifting really started to come for me at the last 5 day mark. I think the prospects of actually accomplishing my goal without a whole lot of struggle was blowing my mind too much, so that part of me that needed to raise its own new bar, came in and faced some fears and moved through them. Life is like that. It’s really about unlocking new levels. Tomorrow is my last day for daily poems. I have mixed feelings about that, but I’m running with it, accepting the mixed feelings and being kind to myself.

Poem 26, Day 26

feather flows

on water’s tread

the texture of ripples

from ducks’ swimming

maneuvers

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the moss on the bank

with another layer of

fine hairs ascending up

beyond its ground cover,

velvety-rich and green

.

damp soil from

morning rain

the kind of rain that

eases the mind’s response

to a new

day

and suggests rainboots

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once more a cuddle delays

putting on the lights,

opening smooth curtains,

and revealing the misted vistas

beyond window’s inside light reflection

softening and aglow

.

steep the tea in a kettle

for longer,

saturating, steaming

then tasting a

rendering of flowers

on an untouched palate,

.

thus begins the day.

Poem 25, Day 25

I said yes again

To more action

More spark

More passion

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I said yes to open books

TBRL lists in spades

Scheduling my time

And looking under nooks

.

And crannies for

More to heal the fabric

Of my silken mind

With pulls and snags

And places where the flow

Gets stuck

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There’s gotta be a yes

around every corner that

Gets us into trouble, and duly

Gets us out of said trouble

With a wiggle and giggle

And some more Yes,

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A no is just as good.

when understood

It speaks peace in volumes

And slows the divine time

Into manageable parts and

Starts over, when ready.

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But. This time. Again.

I said yes.

I said yes to this mess.

All of it, and to unraveling

and to giving my time away

as though

It doesn’t end…

Mercury stations direct again today. Aries sparks continue to fly. April has been a whirlwind. May you enjoy your birthdays ahead, and your springtime joys! Have some fun for me, too! 😆

Poem 24, Day 24

Her hands

are little five-pointed stars

that used to fit 5 of them

in my

ONE hand

.

Her fingers,

would curl

around my finger

.

First by reflex

and now, even still

nearly 5 years later,

a little squeeze.

.

Every star ⭐️ would wish

to be the twinkle in her eyes,

the raised corners of

her mouth like red

curtains pulled open for

stage performance,

.

her smile corners

tied in little golden

boughs of excitement

when she makes a silly

joke,

.

understanding irony

beyond her years,

beyond time-limits.

.

She recites from her

memory, so vivid and

sparkling,

.

a crystal clear starfish memory

suctioning to knowledge

understanding,

and application.

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Her Kee Ma Jaseh

developing into

deeper knee bends,

receiving high 5’s,

counting down from 5,

counting to 100,

5-Times

mathing, reading, sighting,

singing

.

cartwheels 🤸

another star ⭐️

5 points,

1 head, 2 legs, and 2 arms.

.

This star will never be alone,

shining on her friends.

with karate developing

in her hands,

her heart:

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And with an Open, Golden, Bright mind.

⭐️🤸✋🏻💗🧠🧐💪🤸⭐️

Poem 23, Day 23

Ancient one

Speak to me in between

lines

in between minutes

Breaths,

Rings of the bell,

Ticks of the clock

,

Ancient one

Feed me when my next meal is

unknown

When my

connection to the divine feels a

trickle

,

Ancient one

ease my impatience

my doubt

ease the jagged edges where

snags of thoughts

conspire to unravel me

into unrequited nothingness

,

Ancient one

Hold my hand,

Be present with me

Notify the world to be kind

When needing to hang a sign

on the door to say

“Out for some air.”

,

Ancient one

Let me grow into your grace

Feel the peace that openness

And readiness provides;

Let speak more directly

through you.

Ancient one

Walk this way with me

Today, Tomorrow,

and Always.

Poem 22 Day 22

Unbreak this Earth

Kiss her feet, her skin

Let her know you care about

How well the oceans flow

.

How clean the air is

Unbreak these wars

The cries of children

gone silent

The cries of hostages

Tortured

The cries of terror from

Evil demonstrations of power

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Unbreak these broken bonds

The ones in families

And in communities who can

No longer trust neighbors have

Got. their. back.

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Unbreak my heart

Your heart,

Our ONE heart

As we struggle to unite

While forces tear apart

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Unbreak the social dissonance

Lack of true embrace, connection

Conscience

Trust. Poverty of graciousness

Unbreak my head and heart full

Of scribbles and tears.

Nightime fears

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It’s hard to sleep well with one

Eye open.

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Unbreak the spell of discord

Of misstep, of Russian roulette

Economic exclusion,

Economic confusion

Economic illusion

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Unbreak our hopes and

Strengthen our confidence

Fight for nothing but your soul’s

Kindness and Grace

Watch love with Lace

weave space,

and pace

.

Yourself.

.

We can do this.

Big thank you all for your encouragement. This is the last weekend of the challenge, and each one of you have contributed to my ability to pull through! 😍. I love you all more than you probably know. 🤗⭐️🌌 Earth 🌍 Day. 💕 Spread Love

Poem 21 Day 21

I am

Surrendering to

Rosewater and saffron

apples

while quaffing baby blue

and pink skies

white puffy clouds growing

with squinted eyes

Twinking and winkling

in the hues of rue

The fields of sun’s love

Satisfies my desire to run

With arms wide out

A breezy fun,

to run about,

To slow then roam

My nervous system at home

The sense of peace collecting

In degrees of openness softening

laying in soft Corsican mint grass

arms and legs out like a star ⭐️

Surrendering to

Eternity

Poem 17 Day 17

Hold my hand
To make the sun shine
Bring the grip
We can’t resist
This life requires
Both hands
Most times
We have to read between the lines
And do that while
We are signing on the dotted line
Can’t think
Can’t speak
Close your eyes to summon the deep
Find the right choice,
Right action
Bind to the motive for
assuming best transaction
I’m filing myself
Away for you
Making meeting notes
And memories to prove
We have the reserves
We need to
experience the love
Our heart deserves
As we sweat and swear
Bring out tears and share
Open and close books
With great care,
Addressing the most sacred of all
Our fare: this space
This touch
This supermost lust
To love the moment that we live
To be in the best place to
Forgive

Poem 16 Day 16

The fairy

brought the gnome

into her home

at the base of the tree

she took him to her breakfast nook

And there she opened up a big book

A page from, “The Love of Thee”

Therein a poem about a memory

from when she met a butterfly who

Had woken her up ever so gently

as she slept inside a shoe

It landed on her nose out of the blue

thinking her nose

was a rose

Thus began their friendship

Her fairy self with a butterfly

who liked catnip

She was no ordinary butterfly

Absolutely, she would fly too high!

And dip so low

She played with her shadow like

An echo.

Poem 15 Day 15

The portal opens

To a world with tangled branches

Alive and gnarled, character-filled

some would say.

The little man runs and skips

even does back-flips as he dances

And acrobats his way to the bottom of a tree.

At the tree’s bottom a single golden ring lay

it shines so bright he covers his eyes

But the ring is a fairy in disguise

She was at tree’s bottom, root home

In the kitchen when she heard some

Polecats munching

And snickering

She came out to see what is the ruckus

When the little man was among us

And too close a call,

She rolled herself into a tiny, golden ball

That collapsed in the center

She’s lucky she didn’t get a splinter.

She moved so fast and

Sure, he did fall, as he ran toward her

He skidded to a halt

Not knowing what the light was about

He began to shout!

“Ahhh! Unseen realms do not pout!

Show me what you are all about.”

Like that she poofed out of a golden ring

And into a fairy again.

Soon she discovered this man is

Her friend.

She and he

danced around the tree’s roots,

went into the garden

and dug up some chutes

They opened the door to the fairy home

and she said, “Well this place is also good for you, Mr Gnome.”

So “Come on in,

and I’ll write you a poem.”

Poem 14 Day 14

Write from the heart

Even when when your voice trembles

or feels uncertain.

When it Squeaks.

Write your wounds, your mishaps

share what teases you, fears you.

Program your mind to accept it all

With the confidence that you are okay

Allow your mistakes to shape you

Allow your life to feed you bitter wisdom

Even if that is the only wisdom available.

Be honest.

Hold true.

Listen to your heart. It’s here for you, to

Trust it. Best of all, to live it.

Find all the words it would say and live through them.

Poem 11 Day 11

Receiving the gift

Of waking

Sun rising upon the day

The enchantments of nights still

Linger

The ornaments of dream

slowly fade

My warmth grows from my core

with hope and adoration

But mostly gratitude

For so much suffering averted

For so much pain, already healed

My prayers are always answered

Not in my time, nor in

The specific request

But in the earnestness that flows my heart

and knows my hands

And lives in me

Giving me more insight and awareness day by day

Today, another chance to grow

in awareness,

Another day to see what is already here.

Grateful for this ordinary magic

Too easily missed

Too easily taken for granted

Today another day to mold, carve, and influence my world

With passion, with heart, and with grace

Poem 10 day 10

apples are as delightful as

bananas but no more pleasant and surprisingly tart as

cranberries in salad or with oranges. Dragon fruit is good or

Dill pickles accent your sandwich for lunch but for dinner

Eggplant with ricotta and Mariana sauce

Fudge from the boardwalk completes your

satisfaction. Tomorrow we have

Gnocchi

Haricot verts and for dessert homemade

Ice cream

The days fly by with

Jicama chips

Kale chips

Lasagnas

Mandarins, Meringue, and Macaroons

If you are feeling flowers,

Nasturtium makes an orange delight satisfying eyes and stomach

Oatmeal, oatmilk, oatmeal cookies are all good in the morning

Plus plums, porridge, pineapples, papaya

Queijadinha (coconut and cheese tart)

Raspberries, Rhubarb

Strawberries

Too much! (toffee)

Ube is the best though coupled with

Vanilla

Waffles

Xoconostle

Yogurt

and

Zucchini bread

***Caught up on some extra sleep but still need more, last day of my 5 day clinic series where I am working on facial rejuvenation acupuncture with ancillaries. I’m exhausted though. I reached for “low hanging fruit” with this “poem.” May your senses be delighted nevertheless!