I have been writing ever since my early teens....
this particular piece emerged like many others in the momentum of one single streaming session
and was designed to win a price in a poetry competition (didnt quite happen:)
My brother commented :" Mona you just wrote another one of your political pamphlets",
and mee thinks: Yes my dear that's just how i roll!
Transcription of "Sometimes you have to stir the Waters"
Sometimes you have to stir the waters
The waters have been calling me a long time
From the deep ends I can hear their silence echoing through my trembling body
Their snakes. Green and heavy
sliding right underneath the shimmering surface
of my carefully polished facades
They are guarding the portals of ancient times
They have been calling me forever
How pathetic and embarrassingly intense.
Can’t you get a grip you said..
With your erected voice cutting into my flesh again and again
Until I start bleeding on the stakes of my own tribunals.
From the fires of dawn
To the edges of my washing machine
I know your voice inside out
Like a hungry child listening
To your soothing tunes
of false security and sedated comfort
Uninterrupted streams of unquestioned self loathing
Mediocrity that keeps pouring
from your song sheets of normality
The fear of what others may think
is controlling our cellular memory banks
like liquidised people police inside of me.
All over me like a second skin
Forever directing our dramas
in the universal plays of theatre earth
There are deadened robots everywhere
Scared to death of one another
Hell they say is other people
Hell I say
is being Hamster-wheeled through our own lives as if
We had forgotten the splendid radiance
Emanating from every pore of our intrinsic divinity
Chronic conditions of habitual self hate
Fervently oiling the wheels
of our collective egoic madness
How dare we keep dismissing our souls’ calling,
So we can be ligned up
Like dumbed down battery chickens
Awaiting their fate in docile obedience.
Frozen sculptures captured in a lifeless dream world
Consuming substituted nothingness
How dare we allow cynicism
To govern our speech and silence our voices
How dare we belittle the perennial wisdom
of our hearts
And instead signing our most fundamental rights
Over to big daddies, self declared experts and other quacksalbers
How dare we keep ignoring the god portals within
Closing down the highways of direct experience
Of intergalactic exchange with the-all-that-ever-was-is-and-will-be
In the blink of a blind eye
How dare we keep forgetting that we have come here
To remember who we really are
Immortal
Unique expressions of source energy
Eternally becoming and forever expanding
Into the great wide open of inspired togetherness
How dare we allow ourselves
To get immersed in the programs of powerlessness
Scripting the chains of our collective deceptions
Choosing cheap exits of blame and projection
Choosing to get entangled
In the dramas of our daily slave-master dynamics
Forever distorting the landscapes of our interconnected realities.
How dare we choose to forget
That there always is choice
That every moment arises anew
That through every moment fully lived
We birth a new self
That free will is a gift of the highest order
Accepted by those daring to own its’ responsibilities
How dare we keep complaining
About the miseries
we choose to revisit over and over again
Through foul habits spilling from our undisciplined minds
Roller-coasting our emotional highnoons
into the next quick fix
With life always waiting somewhere around the corner. Elsewhere
How dare we keep fence sitting
In the face of utter injustice
Paralysed from status concerns
Hypnotised by lethal mantras
of making the wrong choice
Out sitting the fact
that we can never jump on the wrong bus anyway
That our apparent mistakes
unfold to be profound teachings instead
How dare we keep running
From what we know to be true
That every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
That our darkness holds many keys
To open the mysteries and bring down the heavens
Becoming the divine alchemists that we are
When the global shit hits the individual fan
we shall remember
That it is indeed
Our forgotten pain
That makes us vulnerable to abuse
That it is the denial of our own shadows
The refusal to accept and integrate our creative chaos.
That gives all of our power away
Again and again and again again
That it is our fear of being fully responsible
Of becoming who we really are
That has created a sickening global reality
Big brother has always been watching
from the inside of our darkest wounds
Before we launched him into the world
of tangible concentration camps
Divide and conquer according to plan
We are at war with ourselves
Scaling up the hidden signatures of victim hood underlying our fragmented lives
Into what’s been termed omnicide
Omni. All. Everything
Because there needs to be
a fancy new word for everything
Makes it easier to administer technocratic newspeak
Obscuring the facts
remaining painfully obvious
That we are at war with ourselves
Omincide. A world. At war. With life. itself
We wake up whenever we are ready for change.
Real change
Change coming in an instant.
Turning us inside out. Upside down and back again
Grace following our commitment
to stand tall in our own truth
Ignited by a code of honour that respects all of creation
Ready to trust who we are and what we know
Ready to fully align ourselves with brand new choices
Choosing to live life as if it would really matter
Choosing to be here. Now
Daring to show up in our own lives
Choosing to accept life itself as a gift to be lived fully
Life is an interactive art gallery
And we are the experiments
within our very own laboratories
In fact: Isn’t it about time to realise that
Freedom is the choice of
Becoming the ones we have been waiting for forever