SLEEPING INTO AWAKENING
I was far away this morning
In the dream, two men were each my beloved
Of intellect & individuated thought
Each held mighty concepts easily
In both mind & sinew.
They welcomed me upon my approach
I traveled with them, offering
My sable-brushed ideas,
Fearful of being trite
Yet moved by the power to put together
Theirs & mine
For the wholeness this offered.
We came upon my car, trunk open, battery exposed
I knew this necessary. I knew if I left it, it would not stay.
I even recognized where I was
My dwelling behind a building
Where the vista opened
To reflective rivers, unhesitating
From which I’d learned the same.
I returned to my sleeping body
Puzzling to awaken in it
Felt the net of Ordinary descend.
I opened the door & stepped into darkness,
Where all the streetlamps were haloed
Soft, somnolent, unawake.
Even drinking my coffee
I could not tell which reality was mine.
We are seldom ready for the unmaking of our worlds
Imagine the shout of surprise to find earth flat
As an underlying conspiracy!
But wake, we must, indubitably
If the future is dystopian, we will accustom to canned foods.
If we create our new reality,
Let’s opt for fields & fruit trees, for fertile grain
Let us see the clean bright shining
Even in the bowels of carven buildings
There’s no time for moving rearward
We all stare into this brave new world
When only by moving forward we bring it.
THE SITTING MUSE
I wake with poetry before commonsense
I seem to have fallen asleep on her shoulder
Listening to nursery rhymes spun of philosophy
Turning routine to raw talent
We share her vistas
Our inside eyes are staring
Even as my baby browns are fogged.
Coffee is not the usual scalpel of habit
Cleaving the mysteries of dreams.
I settle against her once more
She replaces her arms about me
Why are edges so seductive?
These places where worlds end & air begins
Where elements switch up reality & realty
The sky pushes against the land
Pressing down upon the water below.
My mind has become a wildlife sanctuary
Flashing brilliant feathers among branches
Lifted & lowered in a dance
Blow-through winds are dusted with dreams,
I breathe your breath, World,
I take part as I partake.
THE JOURNEY OF NO ARRIVAL
(a/k/a The Flow)
If I were done, I’d be there,
If I declare “mission accomplished”
Before I arrive
I reveal my ignorance
Of impending law.
I didn’t make a vow to bring closure
Only to carry it forward awhile.
I do, at times, believe in the world
Carried forward on the back of a turtle
Ponderous, amphibian, patterned in an eternal mandala
The land seems such slow going
Then we enter the water –
All grace & blessing
All ease with little effort
Until Eternity grows more shallow
Joining carefully with the land.
NEVERBEEN & NEVERWAS
I could use some new rituals
To replace these old habits
Help me peel away this tough exterior
To the tenderness within
To the succulence of loving all I see
Married to all I am
Seamlessly enjoining all I do.
Let the world, as such, infect me
Believe in me as I do her
Take provenance in my revelation:
The heart unveils the center
And if this is different, O Knowing Ones,
Let me silently decompose
One more absorption.
I dream of ascension
When the truth is I can hardly jump for joy
One step forward at a time…
I prefer to run down mountains
When success is achieved climbing them
Ah, human’s nature is a beloved backwoods
Overgrown & overblown with “what’s worst will happen”
Let’s turn this thing around!
Retrace our path as we re-turn to Love.