He sat upon his handcrafted mahogany stool
Facing the white plains of his canvas
His palette ready with selected color
Vision crisp and sharp like salted chips
Raising his brush to touch the matter
...clumps
The connection is resistant to attention
The heart is cracked, but never open
Movement toward closes opportunity
Like a mechanical apparatus without pause
So, the artist puts down paint and brush
Focusing on the receptivity of the canvas
...smooth
Once again, he draws close to deliver
The paint touches but turns to deep black
Blind people can't see value without light
The other senses sharpen the focus
Hearing what isn't refracted
Feeling what shouldn't be touched
...taste
Patience guides the flow of the artist
As he speaks life over the flowing paint
"My love, I infuse my vision in every stroke
You are no longer barren and afraid."
The canvas vibrates as sight is restored
The image brings forth the fruit
...goodness
"You, precious one....are not for sale."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-26-2026
Hiding himself away
For this unbettered cause.
To draw out what, more timid
Does in its own truth live.
Expression of soul. Through bard's
Conjuring, creative.
Seen as odd, now it seems
More occult, in this trick!
By whom no finer tingle
For receptivity
Crave but shock; its spectacle.
Who but live outwardly.
Colors of orange and blue,
Cascading through,
A calm and pleasant,
Balancing hue.
The pleasure running through me,
Can very easily,
Take control of me,
Stealing our energy.
Creativity falls below,
Disrupting the flow.
Then duality,
Throws another blow.
Emotions start to grow,
Into an energy overload,
I'm about to explode.
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A sensual anxiety,
Is objectifying society.
All pleasure and aggression,
Our constant obsession,
And not learning the lessons.
Creating a fantasy,
To escape from reality.
Clinging to everything,
Cause feeling is addicting.
A Mind so numb,
You'll feel like quitting.
Rigid, detached,
The Coaster's fallen off track.
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There's been a set back,
Take a step back.
Fade to black,
And attack.
Adapt,
You're not trapped.
Utilize its energy,
to Strengthen your ability,
Your sensory receptivity,
Growing emotional stability,
And increasing agility.
Flow, and flexibility,
Guiding the body.
Now flowing freely,
through the complexity,
Of the Third Density.
unclench your fist
let bliss mists rise
resist not love
There’s nothing we do, save receive,
outpouring of God’s grace sublime,
as magnetism does, bliss web weave,
ensuring we heavenward climb.
As we strive, struggle and endure,
making heart pure, the only cure,
on our part giving love our nod,
leaving all outcomes up to God.
Can you feel the tendrils falling?
Autumnal threads only visible
to the sensory sight of the soul
a receptivity and prenotion
that sweeps over you ever so lightly.
Then, even though the sun is up and shining,
and grassy places still are green,
the changing colors of Autumn
have begun their slow fall,
there is 'something in the air.'
something there unseen.
The chill vaults of the night are opening,
shedding forebodings and worriment's,
tenuous tendrils tumble,
reaping's they are, even so they transport
the emptiness of the unseen seed,
the essence of every new birth
the promise of eternal renewal,
and when that first leaf drops,
seesawing its way to earth,
many may give thanks,
looking forward
to those beautiful hues of death.
My feet have been stepping on your chest numerous times, path,
How gladly, like a mother, accept me and each stranger!
No complaint; no grudge feeling; not even a little wrath,
How cheerfully you lay and keep safe beings from danger...!
My ancestral story says that all have trodden on you,
This is why you look so rough and tough and, yet, acceptive;
Your love, compassion, and receptivity are so true,
Even during days of fog, your way is not deceptive...!
Each time when I tread on you I think of my path final,
When I will not be walking on you; they will carry me;
You have ever been like my so intimate code spinal,
I love you so much and I want you to be always free...!
Be open, as you are, dear path, that each one will feel safe,
You should be able to show the way even to a waif...!!!
A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.
Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.
A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket
demanding its early morning diaper change.
Little silver bells are clanging,
A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices
discharging their erotically-charged salvos
Devices cry to be fed.
Now subliminal texts tattoo
a finger pulsing moment.
Thumbs are itching to be mugged, in-plugged,
abused in a bath of warmed-over news.
The scaly parrots are now too loud to hear,
we are near
our minds nailed to a printing block
and tapping impatiently
as reality is swiped this way and that.
The racetrack is galloping,
white rabbits are being
yanked out of top hats so rapidly
we can only blink our replies
in a hand-held, wide-eyed chameleon sky.
Feel the bliss charged divine caress
Vivifying each node of form in a dance
As essence of presence delights in the play
Electrifying the enigmatic, joy animated stillness
As magnetic currents draw the soma nectar
Converging in a toroidal field at the heart
Manifesting at once grid lines unknown
How may we delineate bliss ineffable
Surging through us in a flow beauteous
Wherein we as a receptor behold in wonder
Inert organic form teleported to heightened delight
As the vital breath of God does thus enliven us
In unending waves of cascading embrace
Recalibrating consciousness by love
Our heart’s receptivity and gratitude
Surrender acting as a signal to the divine
Does amplify bliss throbs as rumbling thunder
An open secret known to us alone for who can pair
Being a tender touch so intimate and immediate
Akin to the electricity flowing between lovers
We cannot so do not attempt translation
22-January-2022
Sometimes is it is the smallest detail
The inconspicuous that gives it away
The wrinkle at the corner of your eye
The slight curl on your lip
The altered tone in your voice
You try to hold it in
Keep the secret safe within
But your body betrays you
Leaking signs
That contradict your conversation
Some may overlook
Others adept at perception
Will notice each incongruence
And turn it into an opportunity
To better match their offering
Consciously or unconsciously
Morphing their responses
To better suit your mood
And receptivity
With consumate ease
The dance of persuasion
A naked truth
Your cues beyond words
Leading your conclusion
Unknowingly
Unwittingly
The silent clues you broadcast
Responsible for your fate
Acclimatised to feeling incomplete,
conditioned to believing in striving,
our receptivity slowly depletes,
enmeshed in ego borne doubts spiralling,
thus choosing fleeting joy, self-limiting.
In truth, all we need to do is let go
of thought forms rooted in desires shallow,
whereupon we reclaim unending bliss,
elixirous rapture, soft and mellow,
divine entwined ecstatic joy caress.
11-February-2021
Our porosity
Inpours receptivity
Connectivity
Space permeates creation
Caressing each sensation
12-January-2021
Magnetic resonance
Enlivened innocence
The blissful current
To which sentient
Centred completeness
Tranquil agendalessness
Alignment does position
Attention for connection
With divine grace
At an unhurried pace
Each touch ecstatic
Receptivity eclectic
Drawing in by compatibility
Bliss ignition in continuity
Until the assimilation
Makes bliss our orientation
As intensity heightens
Our emptiness brightens
With the pure essence
Of divine fragrance
Within
05-August-2020
Thought forms ripples appear when in stillness we meditate
Bubbles gaining admittance owing to our childlike receptivity
Yet ferality disintegrates automatically unable to resonate
At vibrations of Ohm with which we are in flowing connectivity
As we be to become the is-ness of bliss in exploding rapture
Our presence in time dissolved is self existent Absoluteness
The mind body interface of Self recedes as a mere caricature
We are as we are in seamless equivalence as the That Oneness
Our innocence of being-ness just is unseeking of any coordinate
Movement of attention is among layers of The Divine Love pulsation
As formless awareness we yet feel lifetrons within form celebrate
As we are and be in resonation with the omnipresent Ohm vibration
Such is the unending continuum
Of our stillness attention pendulum
invented my own planet
when I was a girl of nine
created it out of the banks
of my favorite things
constructed of thoughts and ideals
character traits needed on all planets
powered by enthusiasm and love
I began hovering over the backyard at age twelve
My darling parents and siblings
in awe of my stealth and powerful
Ingenuity apparent,
full tilt receptivity
They knew they could join me
However, not wanting to stifle me, they wisely did not.
While much of this world is watching TV
I am watching this world.
Catbird seat vision
safely out of harms way
reachable but independent
loving my life!
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