February 7, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is. 12

“I pledge allegiance to Mother Earth

And all the life which she supports.

ONE planet, in our care,

Irreplaceable, with sustenance and respect for all”

-not my words… not sure who’s…

inseparable

We are ready for the change

Gather us in

An accumulation of crystal visions

Each perspective adding contours

Like cumulous cloud forms

Ready for the transformation

The alchemy of time transfiguring mind and matter

Into new physical forms and ways of being

Ready the floodgates to be open

Filled with precious intuition carefully collected

Over years of listening listening listening to the sound of a world gone awry

Let them open and spill into the drought worn land of our disillusionment

Let them open and spill forth with the creative quenching

Washing away the chemical manipulation

That dried up and hid how heirloom phantasies are withering

That mirage on the horizon is waiting for our belief in the water we need

This year is a horse at my side and ready

We both made it through the muck left by the coal ash, chemicals and bitumen spilling

Now to spring forth, for this toxic deceit is not worth drinking

The fire inside is set for cleansing

Set muscle to bone taught tendons to vault beyond their barbed fencing

The foundations running away from our feet

Are the stones they made to appear perfect but their lies are hollow and empty

We toss the stones the Builders refuse in front for our trodding

Each step faithfully grips a new reality

With each breath together we define what is to be seen

Our visions form vast expanses of vibrant hues of every brilliant color

Feeding fully from the compost of unnecessary deceit

To grow strong wills, opening with transparent clarity

Unafraid to blossom with potent vulnerability

We are ready

To be seen as interdependencies

Rotating lines of horizons and vertices

Spiraling perfect geometry

There is no musician and instrument

We are all fingers and strings

We are all elements of breath and brass and reed

We are all pores in the skin stretched taut

And we hone our will to stretch with what’s taught

By the breeze and the bird and river canal

By the root and the worm and rotting core

By the stem and flower and fruit into seed

We hum with the rhythm of the Universe’s composing

The drum of the heart is our gospel singer

Inspiring

Hands to grasp the hoop of all relating

Here we find all once lost

Is still rippling with longing

We are ready.

December 27, 2013 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is. 6

December 27, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Offering)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

 

Dedicated to the incomprehensible potential of a brand new year…

 

As we move into the reference point that catalogs another journey round the sun I am feeling quite reflective about this journey that we’re all on. And I wonder why we should wait until April to remember that the Earth is one and every day is Earth Day for those of us that stand upon the surface of this brilliant imperfect sphere. There is one constant all life here spins with: transformation. Life and death impart to all the realities of freedom; freedoms to grow, freedoms to let go, in part, in whole. Transmutation from life through death into new forms living, giving; effected, affecting unceasing change.

Little blue light reflection, spin us into a new planetary vision. Imagine deafening fear and raging war entering silence, stillness and emerging peace. Women silenced now allowed to speak; hidden reserved, now enter the streets. Beside their brothers, valued equally for their ability to learn and teach.

Imagine the sick and weary readily offered the rest and medicine they need. Antidotes, cures, healing relief not strictly divvied out as pills and surgery, but as listening, patience holding, love rocking, meditation, reflection, retreat. The idea that someone is independently stricken with disease laid to rest by the compassionate care of community. Understand that when one is ill, we are all suffering.

Imagine all imprisoned for non-violently sharing beliefs set free. Those imprisoned for hurting others seen as the hurt the have caused and allowed to begin a process of rediscovering their own humanity. Those who have hurt so many indirectly by actions of their own or cooperatively, finally disciplined, made to comprehend how their choices impact an interconnected system.

Imagine densely populated urban centers becoming epicenters of organic possibility. Sacrificing corporate profit making schemes for renovations that need people to access their creative, collaborative ingenuity; that we may all share in the wealth of receiving what we need to live healthfully.

Imagine humans un-fencing, un-bordering the world. Walking through mountains, forests, prairies, tundra, deserts, jungle, marshlands- all environments seen are teachers of our cultural progression; no longer forcing them to change but allowing self to be changed by. Allow wisdom to teach from the voice of the sea or air on the wing, as we open ourselves to soar with our dreams.

Imagine this story is never ending. We take care of the love we seek in order to keep it continuing. That alone is enough to transcend every nihilistic, apocalyptic nightmare that sends its own seeds on the wind.

Imagine each care you create is a nearly imperceptible spore that fed and watered will eventually take the most phenomenal forms to inspire and feed forever more.

Every day brings change like an offering to explore and exchange these present flavors of perception. I have a choice and I choose my direction to be here now with the Earth; to see, hear, smell, taste, feel and be felt by all her life that journeys through death toward rebirth. May this New Year bring us around to renewing our faith that we can find what we’re searching for.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be