I levitate across time and being
Wondering my place in this universe
Selves discovering, being and seeing
Time had warped my mind into the inverse
I talked with poets and philosophers
In the in-between regions of my mind
Looking into her golden gossamers
While all about the world, men declined
Staring intently into monitors
They had grown weary of the world’s soul
Spirit in tumult, sight binoculars
They lost sight of their full and divine whole
But she had retained the sight of spirit
We looked at the light with no fear of it
The Moon, lacquered over with light
Shocks my sense of soul
With brilliant and blinding sight
Sitting in the lushly dewed meadow
Green growth overgrowing with greenest thoughts
I am Thrust Head-First Into the Poem.
Sublime State of Mind Vibrant
With the Effulgence of Idea
As It Connects Into Grassy Territory.
Daydreaming Dreams to Fuel my Magical Car
Of Creative Traveling, Of Moving Fast.
Channeling the Deep End
Of the Backwaters of the Mind.
Swimming Into the Subconscious Sea
Luminous Within Me…
Waters, Waters, Mind of Waters--
Dew in Grass Becomes My Body.
Directing My Thoughts Across the Sea
Reaching The Coveted Spiritual Epiphany
Within the Amalgamation and Conflagration
Of the Minds Brightest Fire Storms.
Thoughts Expressed in These Words
Are the Mind Manifest Naked and Stark
Against the Pale-Pastel Pink Sky
Of Rosy Dye and Purple Eye.
The Contemplation Set Before the Mind
Emboldens and Brightens It
As It Merges and Roots Itself
Into the Naturalistic Imagery
Set Before It…
My Inner Experience More Strongly
Reflecting My Outer Experience
As they Attune…
To One Harmonized Frequency.
I Crawled Out of the Vat
--This was My Spiritual Cradle--
And Awoke for What Must Have Felt
Like the Very First Time…
Pondering, are We Human Beings having a Spiritual Experience
Or Spiritual Beings having a Human Experience?
Architects of thought traversing
Boundless regions of time and space
We lingered long truth traversing
Talking to writers in my face
These immortal souls conversing
Writers, “Those Singers of The Grace”
Shaman spoke to me and said “Life”:
Be free to sing to soar to fly
Across the Rivers of the Sky
Writer spoke to me and said “Never Stop”:
To journey is to write of Life
So, follow the River to the Sea
And you will see where you will be
The world reveals its Spheres
That bob and sink into the Soul
These Conscious Creatures of all time
Will float you Ideas from time to time
They are your Golden Torch of Soul
Spark the Brightness, lift up the Page
To reveal the Rainbow Night
This is your Light of All Age