the life of a monarch: 'whoa, fuck! (shakes her head) I used to be a worm and now i have wings!! yoda: yes padawan, you can fly" Monarch: 'Fuck me, really???' yoda 'yes padawan, trust in yourself'

and then the monarch flittered away against a blue sky filled with wonder.

 the gentle scent of sweet magnolia

makes room for the constant, repetitive, droning

yet somehow soothing squee of the cicadas

i recently watched a vietnam war movie

made in vietnam

and one of the soldiers kept a cicada in his pocket

to remind him of home

right up to the day he was blown to bits

i don't know what happened to the cicada

as much as i don't know what will happen to us

if we keep all this bullshit up.

 dearest warmongers

he who hath brought wrath

upon every shore

he who hath destroyed

the very souls

created in his own image

recreated

and destroyed again

make way

for the final runway

where beauty

truth

and consequence

abound

 The Knowledge Keepers

the ones whose small bones

end up in graveyards

where solitude prevails

the ones who carry water

the ones who light the fire

i am with you

 dear anti vaxxer,

eat shit and die

dear western governments, 

don't hoard vaccines

dear humans, 

take care of each other 

and make soup.

 sorry i know it's christmas and i probably should post a cute picture of my pup or something but i need to say clearly, that I really don't want to live in this world as it is anymore. I want love, creativity, safe spaces, joy, new teachings and learning, abundance, rivers, connectivity, peace....please add your word. Let's co create the yellow brick road to the world we wish to be.

 rollin like the thunder

in and out of time

picking up pieces

looking for a sign

and dancing 

always dancing

in the rain