A Collection of Dreams

Translucent Serpent

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

Moon Thoughts

The Moon, lacquered over with light

Shocks my sense of soul

With brilliant and blinding sight

Mythic Humanity Emerging Out of the Ether: Essence of the Spiritual Vapors

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?

Ode to the Writers

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