From my garden

Poetry And Pictures

Woodpecker

Pecks a rhythm

Like a heartbeat

or a code

Peck to find nourishment

Fly to find flourishment

Owls, white and snowy

From the rain findeth in front yard tree

Abode

Blue jay careens over head

Earlier in summer I watched

As an elegant crane

Strode

As she if owned

The place

Gently taking her stride

Confidently taking up space

She was here before it was

Proclaimed euro christian - in my view

Pseudo Christian

Magic Eyes

Laid up the world

Where others long before lived, moved and had their being

Could lay waste

To their being

Even their interbeing

With Ecologies

Based on the unsavory blood mingling

Between political ideology and their theologies

Apologies

Faux

And politically correct

Should lead us to be circumspect

Closer inspect

As

Squirrel chews nut

As owl chews meat

Spits out feather and bones

As AI drones and drones

Killing children in droves

All sides suffer

Where is the dove of peace

The Prince of Peace

The very one used to justify the

Un-Peace

Of War

Of Domination

The one who choose to lay down his life from friends and enemies alike

His name used in vainglories

Of Violence

Where are the violets

Trampled yet they bloom, unhindered

What has been blundered

Put asunder

Come thunder

White Buffalo Woman

And send Home

All that does not truly honor

Our Common Authentic Liberty In Community

Our innate Immunity

Bunny chews green shoot in its mouth like tobacco

And even though some days life is really waco

The energies

So unseemly

I feel I cannot be me

In this extrapolated

Divergent pseudo reality

I am grateful for the lunch I shared with my love

With mushroom and cauliflower taco

And today a gathering of geese looked just like people called to resume a meeting after a break

And several times I’ve wondered, when I look at the challenges

Do I have what it takes?

A monarch glides

The truth we will not elide

But we will return to the simple joys

Because restoring authentic joy

Not the joy that overlooks genocide

But the one that insists life is still worth living

Besides

The one that doesn’t hide

That one that chooses the dance

To be love

To collide

With harmonic waves

Echoing grace

Bee sips

Even in trying times

I quip

Vanilla latte on the square

I sip

I see Betty the dog

On the secret passage

Won’t you change your papa’s vote at ACIP?

Stop voting for unsafe passage

Make America Healthy Again

Without Trump or his Techno

Friend

Vance

Who partners with Palantir

And those who Steal

In Hondorus

And Other Places

To try to enact

Their ideal

Sacrifice your ideal

On the alter

Of Truth

Is a Sufi Saying

I grew up with

And the longer I live

The more I give it a sniff

I wonder If

We could just let live

Because every ideal becomes a cause

To make love unreal

When the ideal is before

The Love

That is Real

In the moment

Truth

Beyond Uncouth

Beyond this Booth or That

Where you have to choose one value over another

How will we be when we simply show up to love sister and brother?

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I started morning pages again today, and later picked an

Alana Fairchild White Light Card that was about the Seraph, and about focusing on joy. I’ve been thinking about humanity’s immune system. Why are we so pacified we don’t recognize when there is an intruder, an out of control replicating cell that has become unhealthy and so on…yet we seem to have a leaky gut…we as a humanity no longer trust our gut…we react to undigested proteins with inflammation?

FUCKAJE

My husband and I had a funny repartee as to how to pronounce it. Feel free to experiment.

Flourish Unconditionally Choose Kindness Awakening Joyful Empowering

F Flourish

U Unconditionally

C Choose

K Kindness

A Awakening

J Joyful

E Empowering