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arcs of light
How can I still be sad about ancient pains?
These tidbits of lost connection strewn like bread crumbs
to delineate a path back to the witch or warlock
who cast this spell of forgetfulness
“the better to manipulate you, my dear”
so hungry just to be noticed
as the me I recognize as me
plenty of attention for the one they wanted
so behaviorally sound
the perfectly formed lab rat
did they think I wouldn’t figure out the game?
did they not understand the integrity of a bright shining child?
and so not trusting the motives of anyone who got close
i ran and kept running for a long time
running even when I appeared to stand still
many places to run to in my mind
discovered only by running
in a panic to escape the wiles and snares
i discovered destinations as i ran away from the management
of my soul’s yearnings
no pavlov’s dog
no skinner box
cold fingers icy touch to mold and shape
my rage dispelled all curses
and unscrupulous manipulations
still searching for the ones who would love me for me
not what they could make of me
then i would drink as one dying of thirst
then i would drink myself sick
then i would continue the quest to find my lost self
among all the messages and counter-messages
spinning in a vast fog of information and disinformation
Where oh where has my little soul gone
Oh where oh where can she be?
Launching myself into a stratosphere of Spirit
maybe I’ll find her there
Then you appeared ten thousand miles times twelve
around the world and back again
and there you were like an answer to infinite prayers
to say
“you are perfect just the way you are
come sit with me and be my friend
i want nothing more nothing less
and i will be your friend and travel with you
from this day till the end of time”
and why after all this time do i trust you?
because i feel you
and you have no hidden hand
your free soul invites my free soul
to sing a song and dance a dance of freedom
we are spirits together
great beings with great wings to fly
reach explore and just be
in all our beauty and delight
finally falling heir to our birthright to be
blessed children of the most holy of holies
riding arcs of light radiating from the center of it all
living to ride and riding to live
The Divine Right of Kings
includes
Wanton destruction
crimes against humanity
destroy their hospitals and schools
and sources of heat in the freeze of winter
kidnap their children and take them to Russia
rape rob and pillage
Democracy will not be tolerated
especially when supported by NATO and the USA
If they will not admit that they are Russian
and submit to the totalitarian dictates of a single imperialist
then they will all be killed
and there will be no one left to oppose this titular truth
which poisons its political enemies
and invades its neighbors
because they dare to do business with the EU
They will be our primary trading partner
or else
or else they will be no one’s trading partner
As for the destruction of the world’s food supply
and every bit of nature set aside
for the preservation of all our relations
Collateral damage
can’t be helped
The death of millions
small price to pay for the revival of Peter and Catherine’s empire
Hitler was a victim too
you know
Walk in Balance
Was it then or now or yet to occur
these pictures of what might be possible?
Through maximum effort or effortlessly
we gather to co-create a viable future
Or something even better emerging from our wildest imaginations
as if truly inspired by that which is greater than ourselves
Visions of fairies, demigods and evolving ancestors
helping us to overcome centuries of terrifically bad programming
Inspiration to do the right thing
in spite of all the trauma that might tell us
Don’t trust!
Don’t feel!
Beware! of your inner truth
especially when it contradicts much of what
you’ve been told is truth
Each of us sits in the center of their own circle
calling in the purity of each direction
That we may find our own unique way
of walking in balance on Mother Earth