Chicago

whatever drive and focus there is

another energy will push against it

yet duality is dissolving

and more people are

accessing the clouds.

sometimes we wonder why to

defend anything

or why to yield to someone or something stronger then us

especially when we feel it's wrong

and we seriously don't want to. Not anymore.

in Chicago strangers were

holding hands in the street

marching together and singing, of all ages.

Police officers were ordered

to restrain their views and their hands with force

yet the fiercer the commotion,

it forces the issue and more things to escalate,

those burned with pepper spray or hit with batons

are to be seen on social media their stories racing

through the Cloud untouched, spurring the sleeping to think.

a story only has meaning in the light

of what meaning you assign to it.
 Your perception becomes the version of events

and what action you take or do not undertake as a result,

it will reflect your true self to the world at large.

about the Chicago ProtesT; here and here 

after the NATO summit news: read here

photo by: Getty Images/Spencer Platt, source: CBSnews

humble pie

There's been a few times

I had to eat humble pie.

I've grown accustomed to the idea that

what I seemed adamant about isn't important now.

What do you base your life on

when there is no steady horizon?

when change is the only thing that's certain

and things can alter instantly.

I cut myself another slice of humble pie

it looks like cheesecake with jelly. (Not my favorite.)

Still I can eat it because I know I have to

and it doesn't affect my dna.

Humble pie.

I appreciate your wisdom and calories.

May you fill me up and keep me modest.

With a cherry on top.

 

gentle death

- Ode to Mientje -

dying can be done well

in peace and with a soft last breath

when we have the choice:

would you resist or release?

the time to depart

can be upon us all too soon

and when a friend leaves it's

both sad and a joy for they feel better

death is not an end

but a start of being free of burden

there's singing energy of light and friends

a bright coloured place awaits where play is joy

the golden light sits in our heart

and the returned knowing in our soul

if all death is, is simply changing form

then what is all the fuss about?

I look upon my friends face

she is no longer there but she did return home

Solitude

No room for usual babble.

I do not feel like catching up

with people who are no longer my friends.

Just leave me alone

I'm not feeling overly friendly toward humans.

My solitude is

one of kindness and sharing

with my animal friends.

Who do not jabber about trivial things.

But silently chew their cud and simply live their being.

My sweet equally

let's me be, and treads more softly

as he understands I have run out of social space.

Just let me be babe..

sitting in the grass looking at the stars, feeling happy.

Home is... where the heart is
and blessed are we who can find peace again, amidst the ruckus, in ourselves.