Money used to show up in statements, digits printed out.
Seems it’s not in a box behind the counter at the bank.
Who is using that money?
And in what way?
Do I like the fund, the group, the digi-dollar demons?
It is me who built matrices within the matrices
and swallowed blue pills for years.
On the board, now,
I desire not to lord
but to move freely from square to square,
or end to end as I please.
The money system houses, hotels, whole blocks are pretend today.
I missed the freedom that I knew was mine,
so I took the bank man out for tea;
turns out he agrees with me.
I traded my digi-world for matter,
for things that I can touch and
can float on water.
I’m a thimble, a shoe, a cannon;
now you see me, now I’m gone.
I traded in my metal piece
for me.
This just in:
I’m opening up a school,
where everyone can teach –
Now employing for real jobs:
poets,
players,
collagers,
paper cutting pasters,
breathers,
getting lost on purposers,
laughers.
Enroll now for the seminar on napping;
don’t miss the power shifts we yield.
Join me for these workshops:
Beach Walking,
Dead Man’s Float,
Listening to Raindrops,
Petting Cats,
Blowing Thoughts and Thoughts about Thoughts out the Window,
Bubble Wand Ceremonies,
Advanced Staring into Space.
Survival: just how do we get the flow that we want?
How can we flow within the necessities?
some days as simple as:
sing while folding laundry,
dance while prepping dinner,
yoga lunge to clean the shower,
whistle while at the meeting,
until we are advanced, and can
clean our insides out with light,
move Mt. Mitchell with a glance.
Life as Improv 
Splendid! Great piece of writing 🙂 Peace . . .
Not only is it so kind to have you visiting, I feel like you opened the door for some beautiful kindred travelers. I got to go to the pow wow 🙂 I will enjoy exploring the links to the visitors who came here by way of Rising Hawk. Are you available to lead the Bubble Wand Cermony today? Peace back atcha! 🙂 xo! m
Of course! Although I may be better suited for “Blowing thoughts and thoughts about thoughts out the window” 😉 I am, indeed, blessed by some of the most wonderful followers – truly gifted people with big hearts and much wisdom. I am certain that they will enjoy meeting you! Peace . . .
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Wonderful poetry here! I want to sign on for some of these classes 🙂
Me too. Just my cuppa. 🙂
‘Advanced Staring into Space.’
As your hiring Marga, I’d like to apply to teach this class.
It might be appropriate if you paid me with blank check.
Hariod. ❤
Your resume arrived and the vote was a unanimous yes as you know on your faculty position. Your corner office with ocean and dark rift sky views is ready for you anytime – So glad we are on the same page with salary! (you make me smile smile smile!)
‘Advanced Staring into Space.’
Vacancy filled.
Fabulous:) Thanks for the intro Hawk:) I want to be in the cat petting class:) Wonderful writing.
I’ve got you down! Tigger volunteered to be your partner 🙂
I’m headed over to explore your corner. xo! marga
Please sign me up for the following:
Beach Walking,
Listening to Raindrops,
Advanced Staring into Space.
Sounds fantastic!
I have never and will never be alone in even such advanced learning as this – How amazing to have you with me listening to raindrops and staring into space, today 🙂 xo! marga
Ah, my first smile of the morning, Marga… I was thinking what a fun mother you are with such resilience up your sleeve!
Cheyenne,
The lens of mothering perhaps will be retroactively kind! Fun there is to be had, now, on shoestrings and yachts! Your smile and generous comment fill my sails with a loving and bolstering breeze!
xo! marga
A wondrous piece, Marga, and I’m reading in between the lines of your posts and comments and interpolating through timelines and worlds to the moment of empowerment, glimpsing the tables turning, sensing the queen is no longer content to let the knights and bishops implement old dog strategies of convention and propriety. My interpolation leaves me with the sensation of manner in which all the pieces on the board slid into position when the game as a whole was questioned, when vision shifted from one plane to another.
Tonight I don’t have any teaching in me. I would like to sweep the floors at your school, press my head to the wall of the mechanical room and listen to Hariod’s lecture, change the light bulbs that need changing, and deliver cut flowers to the lecture halls. I would like to stay close to those beings who are leaving grace in the wake of their passage.
Michael
A kind use of your braincells to piece cryptic words together and imagine the shifting occurring in my watery corner. Organic unfolding is my teacher lately, changes are occurring as natural as walking on a beautiful day, world-viewed-risks seem like board game fun – who’d a thunk it? Perhaps that’s it, no thunking, mind being the tool, not the driver!
You sound weary tonight, so I want to send to you the grace you see in the wakes of others that also radiates from you and your caregiving and beautifying acts. May it wash over you in your head resting moments – as you listen to the sounds of silence from Hariod!
I thought of you today when I watched this Nassim Haramein trailer, just at the end, as he is throwing a bridge up (the 2:37 mark), I said to myself, “oh look, that’s Michael creating bridges into new worlds.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bn35qoCjLYA
Much appreciated, M. You inferred correctly, though in many ways the pressure has softened since last night. A community of grace-filled beings is good like that… 🙂
It is interesting you make the bridge comment. Probably ten plus years ago now, I once did a kind of Mayan horoscope widget that was on Jose Arguelles’ Tortuga web-site, (www.lawoftime.org), and it gives you the tone and seal of your birth date in Mayan cosmology. It came up with White Rhythmic World Bridger in the case of yours truly, which kind of made sense at the time, and still does I think.
Gratefully Reposing,
Michael
one word: magnifique… ❤ my very best, tons of inspiration and cheers, Mélanie
So lovely to see you here, Melanie. I am enjoying your world through your open ears and eyes on your playground, now! So vibrant. Marga