Anthology of a neighborhood house
Well the audio has some funny flaws, but I’m leaving it up because I believe there is Truth and Power in showing to shine and allow ourselves to share oureselves without the gloss of a mirage of perfection that isn’t real. It can help us stay humble and also it is a super power to claim our humanity beyond the artificial perfection of AI.
Blessings to all!
There is a house of brick a few doors down
And both families that have lived their consecutively have gotten a song
From my son and me
And the one that lives there
Got one from all of us three
My husband, son and me
When we found
That we could bring a little joy
While in town
The lady who moved into the house that’s for rent down the street
The one where Shalom and Salaam once did meet
This woman who escaped domestic abuse
Is finding out how on her own she wants her life to use
Iss now back on her feet
Was out raking when I danced on by and stopped to say hi
She told me at the office they give everyone employed in their university department
Signs that say “Be kind”
She wants to throw them in the trash
Because there’s a lot going on
And she didn’t mean to bash
It’s just that being kind isn’t what’s happening
Yet Patriarchy is happening
Again. AGAIN.
And she knows
Not just THIS - the thing everyone is talking bout
But the many hydra head that’s been going on for 30,000 years
happening in a new guise
And in so many lives
we’ve shed tears
I’m told I helped close up New Grange
Before some end of the world as we know it scenario
I don’t remember
But when I went, at my old mentor’s suggestion
When I lay on the grass
Full of tears uncongestion flowing out
For grief I didn’t know I had
Flowed out
And I blessed the land and sent it healing love
And invited it to awaken
So it could be part of helping us within and above
To awaken
I don’t remember
But I don’t think my mentor
Is mistaken
When someone says something and you know its true
There’s a resonance, a feeling, often tears
That cannot be faked
And the truth
Felt cannot be taken
Away
So I went
To New Grange
And it was Strange
The Buzzing I could feel it from a mile away
And yet men in suits, khaki all like
Patriarchy holding it like prison guards
While people went on tours
And yet we who come at these hours
To stand in a loving kind of power
Reclaim from within
The feminine
Regardless
Of who controls the outer
And we know it’s almost a matter of minutes or hours (well, judged by heaven’s time, anyway)
Until all seeks to control and devour
To mutilate, manipulate, annihilate or make life sour, dour and the innocent without pour
Is going to find it has no floor
And under the masks
There is nothing to abhor
When all dissolves and either resolves into a kinder expression
One that we could adore
Or becomes one with the Oneness
The Emptiness of Before
And so my neighbor says,
It’s happening again
And it’s okay
Because I’m focus on what’s going on inside me
On my healing journey
And being kind
Her heart knows
Self-care
Kindness
To Self
To Others
To All Life
Love
Our own healing journey
Being neighbors
Is what matters
Even as view point perception
Scatters
In that space between moving between a world
We abhor
And one we adore
And it’s all the same thing
Under the curtains
And beyond the door
Under the floor
Above the ceiling
Opening our hearts
To a gentler feeling
I give her a hug
A little while later
I meet a pug - oh, oh their are two!
May I play? May I dance and run with you?
Makes me think about Lola
That pug who can’t fekin’ run
But these pugs, who they can run
We have so much fun
One is a puppy and the other is far from done
When we had our moment of frolicking, I say adieu to the pugs
To run across the street to ask for hugs
From the one with the wagon, rusted and old, innocent
Sweetly bold
As its sound feels like love slowly hurdling down the lane
The crystal halloween her kids remember still
Her son is now recovering from the few months he went to public school
“It almost did him in,” she says.
He is taking a dance class, and I ask how it’s going
Takes him a while to get used to things, but, she tells me, “he really loves to dance”
“I can’t relate” I say with a wink and a smile
As I flit off, and know I’ll see her in a while
As she goes off with her wagon
That pulled her when she was a tiny girl
And I go off
Whirl Whirl
Another neighbor I gave some tea
And I could tell it brought a smile to he
And my other neighbor
I gave an amethyst
And reminded her its okay to desist
From reading and reading the latest on what you should and shouldn’t do for your health
When in your own heart, spirit, intuition
Is a wealth
A treasure trove
To simply
Rove within
Find peace
Worried about two dear to her
I teach her again how to use EFT
And tap through with her
Until there is a tear in here eye
We see eye to eye
And though there have been times in the past when I felt left out
This time it felt so good to real eyes a fresh connection
That began when I thanked her for shining her light
When they wanted to lay at a low vibration and she said, “I’m just focusing on things that give me hope,”
I love how she honored what she needed when what she needed was not to join the mope
I thanked her for shining her light with and for people I can’t touch, can’t reach
But she can
She can
Because she has overlap with them
The ones I can’t touch
Can’t reach
She said, “Alicia you’re always shining your light.”
And I realized that the two of us shining
Lifted my heart
That had carried so much
To feel bright
Yes, to feel fresh
Even Light