where there is fear

where there is fear,

there can be no Love.

where there is fear,

there can be no joy.

where there is fear,

there can be no Altruism.

where there is fear,

there can be no

accountability.

where there is fear,

there is no reason –

only vast illusion.

where there is fear,

there is no freedom,

only manipulation.

where there is fear,

there is no authority –

one’s agency rendered

a mere commodity.

where there is fear,

there is no clear vision –

that we are One –

interconnected –

can be preached

but not seen or embodied.

where there is fear,

there lives hate –

disdain of “the other”

and, therefore, the self.

where there is fear,

there can be no satisfaction,

only constriction

no sense of self-actualization –

“life” becomes about survival

at any cost, collaboration

rarely genuinely sought.

where there is fear,

there is Wall,

a massive edifice,

around mind, body, and

Soul –

voluntary imprisonment

in the name of security,

nationalism,

and tribe preservation.

where there is fear,

subjugation and humiliation

do not hide

and distorted masculinity

thrives.

where there is fear,

there is also opportunity

to perceive differently,

to soften,

to widen,

to cultivate a faith

that surpasses

human understanding.

The Heart ❀️ once wildly lost

can again be found πŸ™

annihilation

death.

annihilation.

trans-formation.

no going back,

a time to grieve,

to let go

to let it burn πŸ”₯

it – that which was

and can no longer

be

here

now.

a new identity awaits,

must allow the old

to gently fall away.

scared?

yes, petrified

standing

naked

at yet another Threshold.

where am I going?

where is my Songline leading?

skin shedding,

ancestral beliefs rising –

disempowerment,

unworthiness,

scarcity

the possibility of not living

to full potentiality.

that story ends

here

now

with me,

with fervent prayers,

with aligned community,

with Trust and surrender

day by day,

breath by deep breath,

re-leasing,

re-membering.

family

not one thing,

many definitions.

sometimes,

unspeakably rough;

others, soft

beyond measure.

complicated

and yet

fundamentally simple.

requires constant

investment

and reciprocity.

a fertile garden

often neglected.

a stated priority

not borne out in

lived reality.

an ample bosom for belonging

and a crucible for isolation.

multitudes, this construct

of family,

expanding and contracting,

forever be-coming πŸ™

re-membering

three Little Birds

perched

on the Naked Tree.

the Tree

anchored

to a sheet of

white ice.

the Sky

so clear

and bright,

it startles the Eyes.

the Eyes

attached

to the human

being

intently watching,

closely listening,

slowly re-membering.

a child at play

I am

a child

at play,

blissfully oblivious

to the perceived madness

“out there”.

In my imagination

I dwell

touching Earth 🌎

and Sky πŸ™

No war in here,

nothing to fight for.

No hatred,

only true Love.

Generosity always,

in lieu of greed’s

incessant needs.

So bright,

exquisitely simple,

where I play.

Ease-full

especially when

the discomforts come.

CommUnity,

where I play.

It’s a small

intimate world 🌎

We know

see

hear

heal

tend to

each other.

Not Perfection –

far from it –

we are children

after all!

In our play Ground,

chaos joyfully dances πŸ’ƒ

with Innocence!

We are children

at play!

Come,

now,

join us!

All are welcome!

Message Blocking is Active

blocked 🚫

mere months

after The Transition

of he who was The Force

keeping family afloat,

tethered,

ever so delicately.

without him,

shedding,

the masks came off,

niceties abandoned.

“Love” disintegrated

to the point of blocking 🚫

take nothing personally.

still, sad,

feels abrasive,

like a middle finger πŸ–•

borne of deep hurt

a sense of disrespect,

expectations unmet.

The Circle πŸ”΅ dwindling

by death

and, now, blocks 🚫

everything

so tender,

tenuous,

ephemeral.

Thresholds & Gates

“How is Guirlaine?”

He, the CEO,

asked

her,

who formerly

engaged

weekly

with Guirlaine.

He was to do so now.

But He

seemingly

forgot

about

Guirlaine,

allowing her to

drift,

dis-engage,

become

more and more

untethered,

free

to explore

other realms & possibilities,

to consider

Thresholds & Gates,

and play in

The Liminal.

All is well.

All in Divine Order.

out of Sight, out of Heart

I forgot about you,

kidnapped

“living” underground

for years

amid  “strangers”Β  –

fellow humans

traumatized

traumatizing

using you

as mere means to a bitter end

playing a destructive game

of cat & mouse

in an endless cycle of

tit for tat.

I forgot about you

focused on the thousands

above ground

having their ground

children

lives

shattered to pieces

relentlessly

by the traumatized

traumatizing.

I could see them.

I couldn’t see you.

Out of sight,

Out of Heart,

I learned

about self –

humbled,

horrified,

human.