Ecstatic Engagement

The words come out of deep silence

That we can receive, at times, if we 

Pause and listen

We hear and feel the Cosmic Heart beating

Our own hearts attuned to the

Pulsing and rippling all around us

This and other countries crumble while

Rivers and mountains, birds and beasts

Continue to live on       for now

Fog and mists congeal in despair throughout

The lands and seas, stripping joy from

The minds and bodies of humanity

We seek islands of tranquility within

The complex chaos of this world

Cut off from each other and from Spirit

Finally, the climactic chaos dissolves and emanates

Grace emanates fully without boundaries

Saturating souls and bodies

Entering the depths of emptiness 

We surrender our temporal lives

While expanding forever, eternally

From this liminal space comes the good news:

The Divine Mother reanimates humanity

Creating a new design this time

We are reborn 

We are intertwined around each other and

With all that is

Refreshed and exhaling deeply 

This divine passion exudes bliss

Resonating and vibrating with cosmic energies

No need to escape, we fall into deep dark 

Space and Peace, experiencing 

Ecstatic Engagement once more

This Age of Aquariius

Traipsing through this earthly rat race

Slowing down in order to expand and shift

From looming stress and frequent fear

To peaceful relaxation and joy

Ecstatic connection with Mother Earth

Grounding, centering, supporting us

Wild, liberating engagement with planets

Galactic centers, moons, and black holes

Imagine yourself as a star dying

Exploding into spectacular space

Magnetizing all that is around you

Sucking in everything over time

Returning to the womb

Becoming the womb of 

All that is, all that has been

And all that will be

As the dawn greets this new day of

Sacred Metamorphoses

The Great Turning

The New Human

This Age of Aquarius

A Kaleidoscopic Life: a metamorphic poem

I have been a white albatross sailing the seas

Soaring in breezes, rarely touching ground

I have been a Portuguese Man O’War 

Floating on the ocean surface

My lengthy tentacles dangling underneath

It may be time to ground myself to Mother Earth

What form shall I inhabit?

A mama grizzly bear caring for her young or

A worm loosening the dry dirt

Assisting in the work of plants and trees

Nurturing the mycelial network

Why not a sprouting mushroom 

Transmuting death and decay

A bird or duck flying in the air

Rooting around in the ground 

Or diving into water for food

Nesting, always near flowing water

A pelican pure and simple

I have also burned brightly as fire in the past

And perhaps sometimes currently

Not so wild and incandescent as before

A softer burn, with syncopated sparks 

Wafting into the mystique

A dragon in a volcano or castle

A manatee in springs procreating

A hawk flying high up near osprey and buzzards

A giant slinking jaguar, cunning and ravenous

Oh, and I am a human being right now

A variety of elements supports me

I become part of the whole as they 

Nourish my body and soul

Wonder where I will be planted next?

Where will I rise up fresh and new?

Quantum Magic

Words of light
Bright white shining fields
Tasting delight, sipping naked nectar
Synchronistic aligning to
What is true

The cloudy becomes clear
The fog lifts to reveal
That which has not been burned away
By the fire of Spirit

Surrendering to the release of
Egocentrism and
Just being human
Contemplating or reflecting
The whole and the holy expanse
The peace of eternity
Right at our fingertips
Immortal as always

Rejoicing in the wave particles
That move within us
Outside and through us
Bodies showered in beauty
Starry words, twinkling phrases
Harmonies and melodies
Playing in the backdrop
Even when upstage suggests
So much chaos and noise

Ram Dass said:
Be Here Now
Be Love Now

Let’s let go of our clenching
Our holding onto the stones that
Weigh us down as we trudge
Up and around our mountains

Let’s throw off the cumbersome heaviness of
So much baggage we have carried around
Over and over again
Life after Life

Let’s allow the release of underlying and
All-encompassing grief
That has prompted our strong hold
Onto the past and its stories
The fears that we live with every day

Let’s fill with gleaming beams and star studded space
Pulling down the juicy joy that is available to all
Sharing these gifts with others
Who thirst for and dream of a better space
A worthier grounding in the stability of what
They cannot see, hear or touch
The field of miracles
Quantum Magic

Divine inspiration, Spirit conversation
Mathematical music and floating desire
Merge together not in unison but in
Differentness and excitement while we
Experience all of the colors
The textures and shapes of
Rainbows and clouds and life forms
Birds and beasts
Planets, moons, and a variety of
Realms and realities
Touching upon and engaging
With us all
In this very moment
At this very time

No Small Matters

Just got distracted by another school shooting

This one where I live, the second in two years

Governor, senators, and representatives say

“We pray for the families and students”

I do not hear them ever get serious about fostering

Bigger and better conversations about gun control

Perhaps enacting some new laws one day

To prevent the ease by which some kids kill

Nothing to be done

No changes to be made

How am I complicit?

How to make sense of such inaction?
Oh, the gun lobby and NRA and all those people

Who want to keep guns for protection

BUT allowing their young children to find them

And destroy themselves and others

Or better yet, the parents who buy guns

For adolescent sons whose brains aren’t

Fully formed and who often make deadly decisions

No small matters

VIcitmizing Myself

 New realization:

I hide from what I imagine is expected of me

Sleeping soundly and awaking gently

One of my favorite times

Slowly the dreams are fading and

I am noticing this other reality

My world in this life

In this body

Sometimes I luxuriate in that space

For quite some time

Half asleep, half awake

Thoroughly delighted

Honoring the dreams

Respecting the awakening

Unless for some reason

I feel the need to hide or avoid

Something coming up soon

Something I imagine I need to do

Or how I imagine I need to be

Truth is told

And, as I turn over to greet the day

I find it is nothing like what I feared

The dogs are nestled all snug in the bed

While I have facinating thoughts

Bouncing around in my head

Waking now

I release those

Harsh or demanding thoughts

Those perpetrating fears

Their turn to sleep for awhile

I am arising and 

Enjoying my day!

The Choices We Make

When did it start?

When does it end?

Evolution

Developmental process, flowing only forward

Or spiraling in between and through

Back and forth

Looping upon itself

Altogether now?

What comes first, chicken or egg?

Reaction, Renunciation

Rebellion, Repudiation

Reconciliation, Restoration?

In what order do we travel

From one to the other

Naive and immature at first

Innocent even

Something happens

REACT

No power or control

The child reacts in whatever ways

Can help the child survive

Those ways stick with the child 

Who grows older

Rebellion or renunciation, next

Or, both at the same time

Waving a flag, protesting

Joining a cultish crew

Community of those likeminded 

And resistant

To the status quo

To our parents and their generation

To our forefathers, foremothers

To our ancestors

Were there really the good ole days

The Golden Age when all was beautiful

Healthy and everyone happy?

Or have we always endured, nay always

Participated in such conflict as humans?

Hey, they think we are the rebels

We think they are!

We renounce their behaviors

They renounce ours

Each of us uses all these words 

That start with R's

When comes the revolution?
Early on as a baby, a child

Rotates, revolves around parents

Later, revolting against all 

The conditioning and programming

Behaviors that were cruel and unjust

Inflicted upon us, some without any

Harmful intention whatsoever

In fact, they thought they were 

Helping us

Resisting without violence

Repudiating without war

Revolting against and for what?

Back to reaction and maybe move

To reconciliation and restoration, perhaps

Oh, Holy Spirits, gods and goddesses

Let us reconcile and restore

In whatever ways we can 

Let us make our choices based on

Information, intuition and what may

Be best for the whole community

(But, there are so many different

Kinds of communities, full of diversity)

Maybe instead of all this hard work

Trying to extinguish the others

And rise to power ourselves

We will just stick with our tribes and 

Battle

All of the time

Ubiquitous and Ad Infinitum

That will work, right?

Let us find another

New contemporary and evolving way now

Full of Magic, Miracles, and Spirit