Energetic Conduits Flow with Possibility

by | Sep 3, 2022 | Uncategorized

Human beings land on earth
Getting here one way
Parents cuming together (*1)
Within a passion play

Nine months as a rule
Thereby exiting the womb
Merging into daylight
Life around, creating room

Conditions on the home front
Sometimes go astray
Some get passed along (*2)
Accommodating change

Regardless of our rearing
Patterns usually sustained
Until let out of jail
At 18 comes the rain (*3)

The conditioning done with love. . .
Just passing our truths along
Can retard an innocent soul
Finding balance where ‘it’ belongs

Yet, each receives what it needs
To ferret out their path
On this human highway
Regardless of the math (*4)

Each soul inside incarnation
Has a journey, all its own
Good or bad, passing through
An experience on loan

Two techniques toward traction
‘Non-resistance’ or ‘allowing’
Non-dual yet substantive
Wherein, the Universe does the plowing

Karma, a reputation
Mostly seen as dark
Yet, when the ‘Tower’s ‘falling
Our attention becomes quite stark

Intuition is a human tool
Connecting self to Source
In the state of allowing
Nature lights our course

Non-resistance likewise
Brings energy to share
Resistance to the thing observed
Proliferates what we can’t bare

9/2/22 #4

(*1) “Parents cuming together”:
The dominant aspect of this journey is the male, the eggs are in place
waiting for the sperm donor.

(*2) ” Some get passed along”: Sometimes, for whatever reason, some
children get adopted out. Way too often the child is left with a sense of
betrayal by their natural parents. Not having experienced that state it’s
easy to suggest that perhaps the secondary home was put in place for the
benefit of the child.

(*3) “At 18 comes the rain”: Within the family dynamic where parents have
the say, a child may not be encouraged to exercise free will. It isn’t
until we/they turn 18 without any prior experience begin to enter the world
with all the indoctrination they’ve been taught.

(*4) “Regardless of the math”: As we move through our individual
experiences, we will find ourselves engaged with others. They may be
family, co-workers, lovers, haters, partners or spouses.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)