I see my love, drawing near
He's carrying two drinks
Suspicion begins ascent
He perceives, and speaks
"I brought your favorite drink"
"I don't like chocolate"
"Oh, my sweet, this isn't chocolate...it's MOCHA
.....and this MOCHA is from Columbia"
This unexpected JOY bursts forth
Like a fairy being birthed out of a flower
"You see, I would cross the Ocean just to bring
You MOCHA from Columbia"
...refreshment for a weary soul
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-17-2026
truth and lies
as mind perceives
is the magic
maya weaves
a worm peeks out
from underground
perceives
rain-soaked grass
(thinks), ‘Come out?’
~ I’m not an asp
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
The sun is overjoyed
reaching its zenith
suspending in cloudless sapphire skies
in a scarlet lit horizon
its solar sheen is veiled,
beyond the handsome hacienda
hidden from ancient alibis
a time of musings I can’t resist
I paint a likeness of her,
wistful watercolor bursts
highlights by brushed strokes
gently caressing her skin, she wears
an unrestrained ear to ear grin
recherché, warmth rare
as a ruby red stone
a sonorous soprano’s tone
ravened tresses cascade unruly
copious tangled locks flow wild
within stirs the silver stars,
she perceives the wisdom in the callow
& indelible in the wise
youths’ oval ebony, &soulful eyes
a generous yet haunting sad smile,
transcending space &time
it rids me of my harden heart’s denial
on a quest of her own,
a love child grown
…&so has a
a mother’s love
Do bees feel upset like us,
Or feel anxious when their brain perceives a threat?
Do they feel bored when making honey,
Or feel tired for being too active?
Does silence press upon their wings,
Like fear of not arriving alive?
Do they notice absence gently,
A missing rhythm in the air?
Do they search the dusk for someone,
And find nobody there?
"Do they?"
Is all I ask.
There you sit
In the chair of ease
Taking for free
The fruit others grew
Questions arising
Judgments flying
You fail to be
...worthy
Maybe it's fear
Having a conversation
With the self
Who never got a hug
That perceives
Disdain in wandering eyes
Always measuring
...lay abouts
The problem is the system
The structure itself
Lined out in steel beams
With individuals entering
Walking the line
With no flooring to support
The accent to
...fall
Those who dare
To exit the door
At the top floor
Chasing the thief
Will see light fracture
As continual loss
Brings sight to grieve
...horizontal....lives
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-16-2026
In dewy mists, by the clear brook, I slept
The sun robed in gold and amber crept
Hushed the twilight and let me sleep
Those hours where linger dream
And all about the lea did rabbits leap
And foxes chase and frolic in the gleam
Somewhere I sat in taller grass and sunbeams
That warmed my face the cooling breeze
If none of this is real, or as it seems
Let me sleep yet a while, if you please
So idyllic is this newly born day
So golden ephemeral, I'd fear it’d fade away
As such dreams oft when took to flight
Leave me lay in summer’s wake
And dawn's yawning light
In balmy honeysuckle, and soft clover leaves
What makes it less real as one perceives
Our waking hours a mess with grief
Our soft slumber; fleeting relief
I feel the flower I touch to my face
As surely as any rose you’d embrace
I pick a flower that bares no thorn
In fields of dew midst a golden morn’
Let me sleep awhile, I’ll be back soon
From lush fields of buds, and daisies strewn
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
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The universe's greatest mistake
It knoweth not how to replicate
It marvels at man in his wake
The beauty he sees
Peering o'er the glimmering lake
How his mind moves from state to state
Love, hate, dream, and curiosities that consume.
His dispairs and glooming
Far seer of chances looming
On horizons his mind's eye perceives
Supplanting there his own destinies
At play in a sandbox given thee
From, and of his own mind,
He creates reality
Where most do stumble, blind
-What marvel, humankind
“The avadhuta, alone, pure in evenness of feeling, abides happy in an empty dwelling place. Having renounced all, he moves about naked. He perceives the Absolute, the All, within himself.”
We flow like the fresh morning breeze,
mood and mode embrace and release,
having obliterated time,
with no demons left to appease.
Poised in peace betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
having no new peaks left to climb,
focus fixated on the void,
on its own heart conjures a rhyme.
Our presence, pure and unalloyed,
no longer by desires decoyed,
enlivened by bliss magnetism,
is no longer by thought forms toyed.
Grace igniting mind-body prism,
we thus transcend every known ism,
transforming as pure living light,
by a magical mechanism.
That all’s one is known by clear sight,
truth stark that banishes the night,
so here now, each moment reborn,
breath by breath heightens heart’s delight.
she was staring into the future lost
drowning out the bickering of her boss
asking "why am I here?" and "why won't I leave?"
not caring what she understands or perceives
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him!"
"I would have been on my own."
On my own
"I would have begged him to stay."
"He shouldn't have to stand alone."
stand alone, on my own.
we say things we can't take back
no matter how much we didn't mean it
we have to leave it at that.
but if we truly love them finding a way won't be hard
but the distance that regret can cause can be a journey to far
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him!"
"I would have been on my own."
On my own
"I would have begged him to stay."
"He shouldn't have to stand alone."
stand alone, on my own.
Let me see his eyes, to see if he wants me again
let us touch an embrace so my regret will see an end
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him!"
"I would have been on my own."
On my own
"I would have begged him to stay."
"He shouldn't have to stand alone."
stand alone, on my own.
let us close the distance
she has a clear feeling that she knows what the spirit thinks
because she is clairsentience, she has this psychic ability
she perceives emotions through a strong gut feeling
understanding spiritual messages without words
like telepathy, except it is with an entity, not a person
this is why the spirits flock to her,
because they know
that she knows
whatever mind perceives is an illusion ~
hold firm to this knowing to end delusion
in consciousness alone, everything appears
in the vast void, each thought bubble disappears
know that both the seer and the seen are one ~
all forms are illumined by the central sun
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