Poetry

Thoughts travel
riding the ripples.
Pluvial pattering
innumerable

driblets fuse into
vast cyan-blue body.
Solemn reverie,

reflections by the water.
Coincidental myths?
Matter's solid
illusion?
Propaganda spread
over Linear Time?
natural hidden
treasures
lost in a darkened sub-region
of a mountain top Mind?


Pining amongst
heathers and lindens.
Nasal donations.
Sweet
nosegays
baskets of gold
and lavender.
Sky bohemians'
organic
tenements.
No leases
no mortgages
no rent to be paid
no landlords
no concept of
ownership.

Inhaling every
deep
delicious breath
the airborne essence of
sugar beets
cherries

blueberries
peaches and plums.
Thanks and praise
to the soil and its
generous sentient
pillars of plenty!
Thanks and praise to
the Great Lakes'
fecund mitten and
most bountiful
open hand of
vegetation!

Bluebells sway
windward
nodding in time

striking a perfect note
a content and
soundless chime.
Echoes of
imperturbable
inner peace.

Escaping from
suburban doldrums
city clamor
to this
Remote, grassy
metropolis retreat.

Comfortably observing
diverse citizenry
flying, crawling,
coexisting
hive minded, terminal
Ah to be sweet human meat
of rare individual me
has never been so satisfying!

So long Televised
Textbook comfort!
Supplemental supermarket
lifestyle
You shall
not be missed!

Finding my early morn tranquility.
Free from the stop
and go stop and go
clangor of consumptive swallowing.
No mad hollow
earth eruptions and eructations
bellowing from the metallurgic bowels of
lethargic curbside-pickup brontosaurs.
Not hearing the insatiable devouring roar
as idle Tringali sanitation trucks gorge
on last week's bacterial
refuse.

Man made curses lift!
Colors brighten!
The air more
crisp!
Away from the concrete cookie cut culture!

No industrial
clawing.
No chainsaws grinding
their steel puppet teeth
into the
hardbit grizzled bark
of any sad shrill moaning oak.
Remembering how sad

the plaintive trill of the
newly nest-less mourning dove.
Watching
those
vagrant dark eyes bathe in backyard
dry dust
Broken wing
display upon
apathetic concrete conglomerate.
No traveling teams of
BlueJean'd lawn docs.
No mercenary surgeons maneuvering
bulky bladed machinery
Faraway from the leaf-blower's breathless bray
No militant mowers
No bulimic bushwhackers
No unprovoked victimization.
Faraway
from the vicious slaughtering
of ancient arbor ascetics.
Out here the
green is healthy widespread
and life rich

No carbine weathered
concrete.
No car-wreck back alley catacombs.
Absent are the monoxide
vapors
and roaming minimum wage aromas of
burnt grease and fried oil.

Far from all those
Drunken gasoline fueled grumblings
traveling out
through the bourgeoisie's bowels
the whishing traffic of
wishful clock
work cruisers
wheeling down Woodward Ave.
Far from the miles and miles
of smog
congested hiway histamine.
Extending my lungs filling them to
the fullest!
Free from the blackdeath shadows and fumes
hovering over
the old highway city skyline.
miles away from the miles and miles of manic
exhaust.
No stagnant minivans
No luxury sedans
coups rigs or suvs

No towering steel/glass tombstones
looming overhead
No barren swaths of tar
burying the terra firma whatsoever.
Absent are the jagged ground
rattlings
of tired tires trundling down
eroded frostheaved METDET
sidestreets.
No sirens pursuing speed's allure
and death's dangerous hood
overturned in the distance.

How sad the old broken
down
approach
same slow routine
menial trudge
sad stopping yellow eyes
the communal Smart Bus
coming round the corner to
collect cold
coffee cup change.
How tragically human
the desolate rough cough
depression
halo of dust bowl deja vu mystique
surrounding anonymous bus
stop angels
Transcendent eyes storing the
brine of empyrean tears
body of Eden's tragedy
Descended from a fallen
man manipulated
far off misconception of a
judgment gated heaven
Hopping the
indifferent bus with hope.
He's made it! He's gonna reach the shelter
on time tonight.
Fistful of tokens in his pocket.
In his being
a open hoard
of gold reserve.

My open eyes
revolving doors
of perpetual
perceptual poetry
unscripted tragedy
drama and comedy
unending
pastoral and urban
stories play out before me!

Free!
Free! Free!
Sing
enlightened
songbirds
trilling widespread
melodies
burgeoning in
tiny hearts!
sky's vast, timeless
influence
endures and resonates
in austere vocal art!
beautiful
unpretentious music
free of
preconceived
production values
Void of
elaborate adornments
Jazz
spirits
feather breasted falsettos
treetop folksingers
dulcet winged
vehicles of Dzogchen.

Sounds of summer gatherings
playful pinewood
pattering
competitive chattering
fine furred foragers
engage in
fauna acorn games
no organization
no rules, affiliation or score

everybody wins
everybody loses
good nature sportsmanship
all season 'round.

Woe to thee
oh waning natural
world!
Source
of life, inspiration,
and enlightened entertainment.

Tester and
safe haven
for Mind Body Soul.
Pure product of
mathematical and
scientific genius!
Technology is naught but
a neurotic mistress,
a self destructive
narcotic love,
a haggard shrew
when compared
to you

Like a pleasant sponge
I absorb a cup of
heavenly cirrus

keeping warm under
a naked blanket of
soothing benevolent
radiant bliss.

Cold, lonesome thirst quenched!
now an empty head

spectator lost in admiration:
most vaulted and exultant
expression
of love and pain!
Every breath avant garde!
Art in its highest form!

Every color in the picture
of life challenging the earthly
concepts
of universal norm!

Canopy of evergreens
supine body
drifting
mind
shore-side seclusion
simply sublime!

Beams of citrus light
refreshing lemon icterine
peeking through
twisted weave-work of
green grandfather leaves
Oh wistful grass!
beloved resting spot
for my weary head -
- Just another spiritual
broken soul intellectual

lost in a time-bound
search for meaning
in this maddening
modern
world.
Believing in nothing -
except for my
Firm in my belief:

once fully awakened, we
can cure the cyclical
epidemic
of suffering.

I come here to regain balance.
Days are tightropes we all
must walk.
I make my way across
hands open to receive every present

life presents
arms outstretched without burden
ready for death's
free-fall embrace.

I suffer many hardships
like all
succumb to
many temptations
like most
I wander from the path
from time to time

always feeling the force
of the internal/external
omnipresent source

keeping me from straying too far.

Like any mortal miser
I once
hoarded the ruby flames
of unbridled earthly desire.
not wishing to
spend eternity
a puppet spinning on samsara's wire
I have since been
reformed
without being reborn and
have come to relinquish my grasp.


I have seen the full crystal
beauty of emptiness.
I meditate,
share, and pray
to see human hatred fade
like morning mist by
clear
bright midday.
To see all the faces of the world
lit up with diamond
clarity
i study, practice and speak
the gospel of equality and non
duality
hoping to see all the world shine
with golden radiance.


O what lies beyond those
thorns and impenetrable chaparrals?

Further drifts my Mind...

Flush with dreams of Jhana.


Landscape suddenly thrust
a swirling pointillist flux
colors
quickly coalescing
pure impressionism!
All praise to the omnipresent

anonymous artist!

lurid subconscious fears flare
like red dwarfs
in my minds eye
burning only momentarily
before collapsing in on
themselves
exploding in a brilliant supernova!
Immense white light
breaking the sound barrier
shattering my body, penetrating my mind

thrusting all thoughts into oblivion
floating...

Kye Ho! Kye Ho!

Away we go!
Alert mantra
wide eyed
meditation furlough!


Carried away by coral wings of imagination!

I harken to the
buddhabody bells
Dakinis' blissful beats of Damaru
a mortally wounded

peace keeping soldier
shielded by indestructible
chains of inner
radiance
lifted from the dollar stained
material midden battlefield


I am only a collection of eager dust particles
pure shimmering
conscious energy
free to explore the universe of
material element and
non material essence
alike
existing in the void of nonexistence


traveling my eyes behold myriad
tender burdened faces
faces lost
in fog
faces lit up in full light
eager youthful faces
curious
self-conscious faces
greedy consumptive and conflicting faces
tired
sullen faces
gaunt starving faces
selfless helpful faces
stern
paternal faces
joyously overwhelmed faces
hidden political faces

faces manufactured in facade factories
natural loving faces
empty
innocent faces
peaceful enlightened faces
suffering faces – there are
plenty
smiling faces looking down from above
every face beautiful

every face a potential Buddha

I see the golden faces
saints
deities angels
ancient ageless faces
masters prophets and philosophes

the primordial face
the messianic face
faces of bodhisattvas

mystics and miracle workers

I see the reflection of life's

impermanent face and
fail to recognize my own
in its mirror of
non-duality

A tourist now at home
floating through seas
of mad
booming
solid material ghost towns
I walk in small circles
with the
citizenry
trapped in a neon skyscraper
electric market square
I
reconnect with familiar strangers
discerning cherished long
lost
friendships behind the
masks of newly assumed identities
I sit in on
heated sessions of
kaffeeklatsch
I silently join conversations
that have yet to begin
reminiscing the future
predicting the past

cyclical clock free
time defining discussions

a sudden,
overwhelming sensory barrage
the electromagnetic spectrum visible in its
entirety
stimulating jets of sub atomic particles
multiply endlessly

and extend
into...the...
far...reaches...of
: : : : : : : : : :
: : : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : space: : : : : : : : : :
Floating...

…through the
: : : Nebulae: : :
electric neon ~~~~~~~~ribbons
~~~~~~~~
Glowing Orange~~~~~~~ pink~~~~~~ Yellow~~~~~~~
Lustrous Clouds
of Emerald gas
stitched with gleaming Gold
*******star *******
clusters*******
adorn the royal diadem of the
seven heavenly sisters as

they bathe in ethereal lapis-lazuli pools
spiraling magnetic webs,
filaments of color charged particles
a spectacular whirlpool of eruptions
and explosions!
...passing through...Magellanic clouds
: : : celestial:
: : ! ! ! Fireworks! ! !
volcanic reds, electric petals of pinks

unworldly blues, chimerical greens
prismatic streams of plasma

torrents of throbbing crystals
flowing in all directions
surging
with endless intensity
into an infinite psychedelic ocean

My Vision

overcome by the...: : : Quasars: : : ....
Pulsating...White Hot heat

Carried away.........by the solar Winds))))))))) of
: : : An Alien Star:
: : waxing
Fuchsia))))))))) Magenta))))))))) Violet
I am plasma... I am
lucid …
I am home...I am lost...
yet unafraid … flowing …
… flowing
… flowing...
Overcome with Love... flowing
overcome with mystery …
flowing
Love for the mystery
The mystery surrounds me
It dwells deep
within me
It frightens thrills
seduces and alludes me
I want it in
my life
it is my life

O! to dance spryly amongst the purple shadows
…
in the lime light of the quasars
but first...
I know I must live
up to my end.
Shed my habitual skin
defeat my self destructive demons

then once cleansed
I must Open myself
Project my Heart unto all

For only then, empty and open,
will I be able
To see the world with
All Nine Eyes
to dance
in the: : : lime light: : : of the: : : Quasars:
: : ::::: : : :
to finally be FREE!
Free to sail beyond the quasars
Free to
explore the streets of the
Golden City
the city of legend.
the city of
a new awakening!