When my 2.0-programmed personality feels wobbly and What the heck can I do? (Especially if triggered by I read the news today, oh boy.) I breathe and do my best to tune in to a deeper Wisdom beneath the outer noise. Sometimes a feisty poet voice emerges. Parts of me feel nervous to share this. That Wisdom channel tells me to be willing to let it fly, and touch the souls it’s meant to encourage for our 3.0 futures.
You’re invited to pause, put on headphones, let it reach your heart and maybe move your own beautiful, brave, uniquely needed voice & true choices. THANK YOU for sharing the journey!

 I have taken a vow to take no action from reaction.
And, oooh, oooh, oooh, this is not easy to do.
Yet we must must must transcend all this mistrust,
and lust for power in this hour so dire, our house is on fire.

We have a choice to let it burn or learn how to inspire
ourselves and each other, and become the next evolution
of a new kind of sister and brother.

We get to tap in to a new vein
of courage that doesn’t just recycle pain, 

Or well-intended activism that just fuels more drama
from our side of the streets of Scare City’s unhealed trauma

What did Gandhi, Einstein, Bucky Fuller and MLK say?
We need to be paradigm-busting pioneers, getting out of the way,
to let a whole new wholeness emerge, so I pray  
that we remember— somewhere between mean and crass
or unseen and spiritual bypass there is true Grace.
Willing to face everything and avoid nothing.

And ready to own our own shadow,
and tell the old boys club to go

on a very long, well-deserved vacation

While a 3.0 version of women’s liberation shall bless this nation,
forging a new declaration of interdependence, integrated with a healthy masculine,
in mutual admiration and miraculous innovation.

We’ll finally look up from our devices of mass distraction, and rediscover the currency of divinely guided, wholehearted, human interaction.

How are you doing out there, my dear?
Are you starting to fade, or can you grab a bucket and join the brigade?

As the danger reaches the tips of the trees, can you hear the pleas
Of the innocent immigrant trying to feed her baby
Or the warrior worker, worried that maybe he’s next in line for the firing squad
Or my friend’s son who’s trans, now terrified to hold hands with his best friend
on the way to school, which use to be cool, but now is odd?

How many more times does the dignity of our daughters need to be slaughtered
before we climb to our rooftops and yell,
Holy bloody hell?

Can you smell the smoking gun? Will you tell your neighbor that having fun scrolling on Amazon for the next color I-phone is not the most important thing?

It makes me want to sing,
My country tis of thee, sweet land of what the fuck is happening?
Help me to bring
Restoration of sanity and compassion for humanity.
Let’s realize our destiny. Let real freedom ring.

I have a dream that one day our children’s children’s children
will sit at that table because we were able to stand for LOVE trumping hate
and honor our fate to create a new civilization.

What if we could stop bombing foreign soil,
honor stolen land, and respect mother earth,
as we midwife a radical upgrade of living, loving and leading
in the new way forward we came here to birth,

Materializing out of all the madness and holding space for all the sadness,
Like a phoenix rising, and there will be surprising gratitude for the chaos and confusion as we celebrate a reunion of our united states of consciousness.

We’ll have new eyes that see the dark days were necessary
for the Alchemy of Infinity to have its way with our souls, while
reinventing roles and responsibilities to truly change the game,
without needing to fabricate fakes or inflict blame.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a saint. Parts of me want to paint a pretty picture, avoid the dark, be all Zen, and say, This too shall pass again. But hey--

Some of us know deep down this is indeed our town

It hurts to see some pretty sane Canadians saying we are crazy,
and I wonder if I’m being lazy, or not doing enough, or caught in a freeze
like a deer in headlights.
What keeps you up some nights?

I hope you can feel my hand on your shoulder, friend, and appreciate yours on mine.
Even if the next time someone asks, How are you? We just say, fine.

I do believe that to BE the change,
we must change the channel we are coming from.

Instead of the residue of performance-pushed effort in zero sum weather,
imagine being moved from pure essence that makes our souls hum together.

Let’s conjure up how we could rise above the cries
of he who dies with the most toys wins.

And begin to co-create efficiency without cruelty, prosperity without greed, journalism without if it bleeds it leads, and welfare that is, well, fair. Education that actually gestates genius, healthcare that is truly healthy and cares, and whatever else I haven’t said- ding dong the wicked ways of crooked wealth shall be dead.

And the torch in our beloved statue of liberty shall have a new flame
But only if enough of us now claim our power and privilege, humility, and resolve to let the patriarchy dissolve.

And forgive those who trespass against us, and deliver us from evil,
and get on a new bus!

To wake up and declare, Not on my watch.
(and by the way, it’s NOT OK to grab a woman by the crotch)
May we be wise and willing to dare
to grow up and step up, and bow to how much we share.

May we plant seeds for trees under which we shall never sit
This is tender devotion, and gumption with grit.
This is our work now-- LOVE made visible-- effectively embodied,
Feet on the ground to the sound of our heart beats, not turning our cheeks,
or chasing KPIs promoted by convincing fibs and lies.   

But asking, in earnest, What am I really here for?

And there is a battle cry that says no more, no more, no more.
Starting with the one in the mirror, recommitting to being clearer.
No more hiding out. No more playing small.
No more letting fear-driven programming make the call.
Each finding our deeper Yes to a higher Truth; undisturbable and steady.
Not rigidly certain, but always response-ready.

And, where others wanted push to instigate shove, we made different choices
from the almighty presence of unconditional, illogical, boundless LOVE.
Because we finally reconnected to what everyone and everything is truly made of.

p.s.

This doesn’t mean we’re all going to hold hands and sing Kumbaya
for all of our problems to magically vanish.
Nor does it imply that you should try harder to be a good girl or boy
for a crumbling house of cards that’s meant to be banished.

The invitation from Wisdom, Beauty and Justice is just this:

Let LOVE love you and animate you anew.

All of the clever thinking thinking thinking will never remove the stain or fix the world.

Follow Me into the Breath of LOVE and we will set everyone free.

And your first step in this JOY-fueled revolution for our 3.0 society
is to receive limitless LOVE loving every molecule of YOU first
to heal all the buried wounds and
reveal the wonder that’s been waiting and wanting to come out to play

and this is indeed how LOVE shall save the day.