Let's be romanticLet's stay in bed all day And count countless Stars at night Let's see how much Of my skin Can touch Your skin Let's talk about All of the ways We are different We can tell New secrets And old stories In new ways We can draw Constellations By connecting The freckles Maps of future Lifetimes We can imagine All of the different Ways we will meet And fall in love Whether or not We will ascend Or go extinct We will talk about Everything Anything Except for one thing: What happens If we fall out of It.
I open to Acceptance / Being enough / Needing not stuff the spaces between moments with nothing but joy
I open to
Ease / Sitting with pain looking directly at beauty / The glare like summer sun
I open to
Abundance / The evidence of opportunity compelling creation / The responsibility of privilege, the privilege of responsibility
I open to
Expansion / Honing thoughts with presence / Exploring new frontiers in the galaxy of the mind
I open to
Angels / Communing over cups of faith and faerie dust / Commonplace miracles
I open to
Serendipity / Intuition embodied by spacious possibility / Guidance from the nuances of oxygen
I open to
Sunlight / The heat of it piercing pregnant clouds / The completeness of a circle.
my full moon super powers--
Fly. See all of creation from up there. Skip through space to embody unknown dimensions. Walk to the other side of this planet. Understand the nature of beauty. Feel history as it pulses under my skin. Read a book by picking it up. Traverse the highway of time. Float. Levitate. Hover. Become everyone at once. Speak without words. Communicate across blank spaces. Shapeshift. Tumble through clouds. Read my heart aloud. Hold conviction as strong as the ocean. See God in the looking glass. Memorize the map engraved upon the deepest layer of spirit. Live the loftiest existence of my soul's imagination. Catch my baby's cries with unconditional kisses. Hold them forever. Grant grandiose wishes with the wink of my eye. Erase conflict with the nod of my head. Become the wind. Exhale abundance. Hear the echoes of animals. Unpeel the scars of living. Disappear. Reappear. Remember. Turn inside out. Show my insides to the kindred. Love all the children. Breathe in the babies. The crown of each head. Wrap my arms around the ocean. Unwrap the meaning of now. Sit in the stillness of sun. Bloom. Keep faith between my fingers, always close to my fingertips. Intuit without doubting. Play life like a movie. Slow motion. Rewind. Fast forward. Repeat. Open. Heart, mind, soul. Of infinite boundaries.
Photo credit: Alisha Sommer
I don't know what I'm looking at anymore We try and try and try again
Some days we get better and somedays we get worse
The sky turns pink and we turn away
The rain falls and we call it a nuisance
The night settles and we go to bed
The morning comes and we waste it away
I don't know what I'm doing anymore
Distractions circumnavigate my head
Doubt settles in my bones
Something isn't right
Materialism Pollution Racism
Sugar Alcohol Gossip Magazines
Impatience Dishonesty Power Wars
I want to jump out of bed in the morning
Drink tea Walk in the rain Salute the sun
Kiss my loves Hold my littles Embrace myself
Write Read Move Learn Teach Love
I have a hunch there's more out there
We are like little ants on one sidewalk on one street
Unseeing past the horizon, unaware of the infinite
The country, the planet, the galaxy, the universe
Matter and energy
Vibrating on the frequency of us.
No one wants to live withinA black and white world
Where white skies Turn water black
And vapor mutes color We want vibrancy
Blood dripping crimson Bruises shining purple
Butterflies flying In streaks of orange
Lemony drops of sunshine Against indigo depression
Jade valleys to contrast With red hot love
Harnessing the energy of One luminous star, it shines
Whether or not we notice Until the end of days
Fear not, my dears We will arrive together.
Written for Trifecta. The prompt is to write a 33 word piece that has a color in it. There goes life. Hurtling onward with the cavalier velocity of fire-engine red. That metallic taste on your tongue you never notice until its gone, like the shooting star that borrowed your dreams.
LoveSits in the corner, holding hands Sleeps in a pile, legs intertwined Comes home each day at the same time Until it doesn't. I'll be back, says Love. So you wait at the same time every night Prostrate in cold empty sheets, tears pooling Inside your ears, swallowing and digesting Fear like sugar. Until it becomes stubborn Flesh clinging to bone. Still waiting for Love. You gaze at images to conjure it home But the feeling collapses lungs, steals Oxygen, transforms blood into salt water And hope into desperate, crashing chance. Hungry yet starving, the only food being Love. You sleep under white sliver of moon, wake up to Infinite black sky, nothing out there but Space, spinning planets, exploding stars Tossing wishes like skipping rocks, waiting for One to land and last. No guarantees, but for Love.
(Some thoughts on the events that inspired the poem: Beyond the end of the world.) Although I marvel at the Blue Angels air shows, they leave me with some unsettling questions. How much money do these shows cost? How much pollution do they leave in the air? What is the true intention of the US Navy? Hint: the answer is just one word.
Recruitment. They do it to recruit more bodies because more bodies mean more power. More power means more separateness. More separateness means more war. And it's all because we still look for power on earth instead of setting our sights inward.
There will never be enough power to go around, but there will always be enough power to fight over, tempting man to allocate his resources to killing and controlling rather than growth and exploration.
Like I said, I love watching the jets fly over. After a particularly close call with an F/A-18 Hornet, I updated my Facebook status: Every time a Blue Angel flies right over my head, I squeal and my heart beats faster and for a moment, I am, all at once, high and humbled and awestruck. Now I remember how a toddler feels about EVERYTHING.
But what if we were watching space ships take off into the galaxy instead?
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." - Jimi Hendrix
The end of the world happens every day
Babies forget to breathe, bombs dive.
I kissed a tree
And sat down to write one thousand words.
Armored mechanical angels swooped by in formation
Creating traffic in the air
A celebration of freedom, a spectacle of man's wit.
Here, we laugh at the angels.
There, we cry.
World peace remains hidden beneath ego's shroud
Because we look for power on earth
Instead of setting our sights on the moon.