Cherry Blossoms

~a new way of living together is starting to gather and I can hear it coming~

situational kindness isn’t
actually kindness

it’s just the way narcissists
do business

kindness isn’t transactional
~ it’s meant to be transformative

kindness isn’t a contract
~ it’s meant to be a stringless kite

I’ve come to discover that

kindness is the mother
to millions of beautiful children

and she gave every single one of her
children the same name:

“Empathy”

and now the children
of kindness are marching

and now they have
become a movement

and now the ground
is shaking beneath you

and now empathy’s
choir is singing

and now the sky
is raining cherry blossoms

and now it’s your
turn to join them

and now you are with
them as they march

and now you feel your numbness leave
and now you cry for strangers
and now your fists have become cups
and now you are human again
and now everybody is your neighbor

and now you can feel
it coursing through you

~ the desire to forgive your enemy

and you’ll never go back
to the terrible normal you
had gotten so used to

because now you have joined
the flower legion of marching

compassion

because now you have let

Empathy

and her millions
of sisters become your
guides

because now you recognize that
the season of

kindness

has
only just begun

because now you

remember

that you were created
to be the bringer of

light

and now the cherry blossoms
are everywhere

by john roedel

A man who lived in Nazareth once said something so unheard of at that time and in this time too: Love thy Enemy

Just Sink

As a kid I had a dream

sinking to the bottom of the pool

my breath slowly surrendered

its spiral of tiny air bubbles

a last breath

of captive air

 

I am so shocked

What is this silky heaviness

joyfully filling my chest?

I stare up at the surface waters

breaching air

lapping the edges of

another world

knowing my lungs can swim

 

Do you remember when we could breathe water?

 

We are sinking

into a Realm

we can barely

remember

Here we find

honor & protection

as we breathe in these

origin fluids

Here we remember

our beginnings

in the womb of creation

 

Just float now

fingers strumming

the silky heaviness until

it is safe again to

 Rise 

to breach the air.

 

 

 

 

What does the Vatican hide?

I am feeling the pull of a wormhole that is stripping me of ego energies, manipulations, language itself. I am losing the ability to spell words and even “cast spells” that form this dense reality. If AI can mirror our souls it can translate  and communicate when many of us are sinking into the profound silence of Source Heart.