Kaleidoscope Memories

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Short Version:

And yet, in spite of the pandemic storm-clouds of contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and famine….

Some intrinsic built-in homing-device, to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety-of-objects, or codependent-relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal: lies or betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity for generations of men and women who did what they thought they were supposed to do

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the unspoken-moments where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational universe of energy, every thought and feeling is eternal

And therefore accountable, as non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of Love, whether for self, others or Source, is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

Long Version:

One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds of contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood, famine, landslides, sinkholes, poverty, war and more

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging far-and-wide 

While the world’s leaders profess ‘business-as-usual’; with heads buried deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for inspiration

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than online prime-time-trailer, box-set, binge-watch subscriptions

Further than high-brow designer-department-store life-style-fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From rust-riddled-regrets, mourning those missed-sugar-coated-ships-of-desire, that set-sail decades ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, neuroses planted-deep in one’s psyche

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full of emotional-gaping-holes to fill

As the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism

Where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future

This is how we welcome 130-million newborn ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in spite of all this, some intrinsic built-in homing-device, to seek-out and search for truth and authenticity

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety-of-objects, or codependent-relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal: lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the unspoken-moments where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational universe of energy, every thought and feeling is eternal

And therefore accountable, as non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of Love, whether for self, others or Source, is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

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*According to the United Nations, approximately 130 million babies are born worldwide a year with 250 babies born every minute.

Links: 2018 Guardian Article – how many people can the Earth sustain?
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/apr/23/population-how-many-people-can-the-earth-sustain-lucy-lamble

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  • Interestingly, the date this piece started to flow through  — February 2, 2020, or 02/02/2020 — is what’s known as a palindrome day, meaning it reads the same forwards as it does backward.
  • The eight-digit date is especially rare because it works in the UK where dates are written as day-month-year, and in America, where dates are written as month-day-year. And also for nations like China, where the year comes first, 2020/02/02 also works.
  • The second of February also happens to be the 33rd day of the year with 333 days remaining. This is the only time the special sequence will occur this century, reports the Washington Post.
  • The last time such a palindrome occurred was 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. It won’t happen again for another 101 years, when the calendar turns to 12/12/2121. The next global palindrome will be 12/02/2021, which will be that last for another 1,009 years.
  • Source:https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/feb/03/world-celebrates-palindrome-day-on-02022020
 

C. M. Miller © iPoem Ltd 2020

Just Friends

A Friend Is...

He looked at her through lowered lashes

Her words had somehow managed to penetrate

His impenetrable barrier of self-protection

Standing he announced that he really should be going now

As he had originally intended to do all along, of course

She was not to worry herself

The friendship would remain unaffected

By all this, no, really, he was fine

And please don’t concern yourself

Everything is still the same…

And yet it was not

A previously calm atmosphere

Had become uneasily charged in just moments

Defensive retorts were instinctively adopted

Brave attempts at salvaging a wounded ego

Maintenance of an unruffled exterior

Of paramount importance

Even though rejection and disappointment

Were becoming increasingly more uncomfortable to disguise

Complex emotions teetering dangerously

On the verge of expression

And he couldn’t risk letting her have that satisfaction

No!

Retreat was the only immediate solace to hand

He thanked her for the lovely meal

Aware that his departure was an obvious movement

And had made for the door

Before she even had time to rise from her seat

And so, it had happened again

That fragile male ego, in reaction