Personal Geometry

and other dream survival updates

Yep, I have been silent! Well, not silent, just absent from ms computer. Lots has happened since I publicly devoted myself to dreams with my launch of this Substack. Forgive me — I have been consumed with dream survival.

The biggest one — ancestral — I moved my mom from Louisana to Fort Bragg. A herculean task that would not have been possible had it not been for love, breath, determination, trust, my soul brother Luther who flew into NOLA to help me load up the Uhal pods, and the soul fam who helped me put the pieces back together in her new home blocks from downtown FB. Whew — Shirley made it back to California! And now I get to stay “home” for the holidays and still be with her. Grateful this dream came true.

So much more to say, but for now, I will share the first poem movie I’ve had time to make since June. I just finished it and hope you like it and play it for others — please let me know what you think!

Thank you all for subscribing and trusting me in the process. I trust you have been dreaming as well.

Blake

Provisions of Personal Geometry and Other Media Survival Tips

I don’t want to write this
how hard it is to stay positive in the assault of supposed truths
alt facts, parallel perspectives or whatever lie euphemism 
is currently fortifying the Orwellian lexicon of modernity
how every time someone brings up anything—even the weather for godsake—
I see jaws stiffen, shoulders collapse 
hands wring in the powerless fist of it all

that is how I respond, when visiting my friend
as she scarfs the Facebook feed – exclaiming, shrieking, tsking 
the multitude of daily horrors, pictures even, 
hate politics, racism, war, global degradation, poverty, misogyny,
to name a few, the mask peeled back, I crawl in my skin

what happens if I accept my cameo in the cosmos of all this reality 3D
even if all I did was garden, teach children, play music on Sundays
what little lie did I tell? 
what moment did I choose to make myself feel better at the expense of another?
where do I gossip?
the scarlet “A” in awareness has a finger pointing at my chest

how to witness without becoming
how to change without blaming
how to embody this code of empathy
so it flows through all membranes
this choice, this moment
is the martial art, the yoga, the mediation
we’ve been prepping for, cramming even
how many times have I stood on my head
so I could see the world upside down

well, look at me now
staring at the navel of my personal geometry on a global scale
just so I don’t freak out every time a stupid smart phone dings 

is it is possible to remain unruffled within ruffled trappings?
can we learn to align our Vitruvian Selves
into interlocking tetrahedrons 
radiate humanity
past the next headline?

me too, I am guilty
me too, I am innocent
me too, I have hurt 
me too, I have been hurt
me too, I want revenge
me too, I want compassion

I acknowledge my part in this Rubik’s Cube of leadershipmy echo in the caricature of powerI will not look away
I open my heart to this ugly mirror
beautiful minds eclipse angry eyes
love is the only state that governs my dreams

sacred rainbows dart from deep black
serpent whispers ride ancient currents
star dusted insides spin pyramid eclipse
light halos reflecting all time
circular everything at once
infinite journeys woven into an altar
of flesh

we take the medicine
we open
we travel 
we dive
we discover
we sing
we listen
we laugh
we cry
we learn
we forgive

holding hands 
at the brink of time
jumping into
now