BLUE MOONS  ROLLING ON      

            
two open sun mandalas      
drawn in dirty sand      
along these sunset beaches      
of autumn galveston      
swallowed up by high tides      
erasure rushing in      
as sun went down      
like pink flamingo feathers      
spread out  scattered      
flaming in the west      
above this gulf      
full moon snuck up      
pale tangerine      
behind a veil of haze      
first full moon      
on halloween      
in forty six years      
not another      
like it to come      
astronomers say      
for forty more      
second full moon      
this october      
blue moon turning yellow      
late october blues      
rising here again      
missing something      
missing nothing      
later back at home      
i kept an eye      
on her ascension      
out my window      
till soon enough      
i noticed      
10 p m      
had rolled around again  
in sudden silence      
of clock hands timeless  
fictitious spin      
in which i found      
by then      
i could no longer stand      
the closed off insulation      
of shut in isolation  
here all alone  
in my apartments  
cut off separations  
self incarceration  
as it is  
with my instincts all astir      
upon my intuitions    
keen insistence      
that i heed her  
ever mysterious  
mystic  tidal  inner call  
to go back outside  
into her penetrative  
all encompassing  
free fall  flowing glow  
to bathe my body    
soul and senses  
surrendered fully  
wholly immersed  
in her luminously reflective    
continuous lunar lights    
sweet  transcendent  
soothing  healing shows  
by now full radiance      
pouring forth and out  
her bright      
silver white crystalline spill    
and so i go    
once more tonight  
rather than  
right off to bed  
back outside    
into this night    
called and lured  
on out  back into  
the great beyond  
by her    
i rode my bike      
out into  
across and through    
at least a mile or two    
of these deserted    
empty  silent  nocturnal    
late night island streets      
as her face ducked  
in and out      
behind block after block      
of silhouetted trees      
and dozens and dozens    
of mostly sleeping    
unlit  late night houses      
until alas      
i finally reached the seawall      
which runs along      
this historic  little island towns      
sandy gulf coast beaches      
seventeen feet high above      
this broad  vast open gulf      
where she now looms      
and blooms      
even more stunningly      
in her luminously lucid      
ever mysterious      
glowing  mystical fullness      
where i am fully filled      
with utter pure awe      
and wonderment      
so deeply      
so sweetly      
reunited      
ahhhhhhhhhh      
together here      
alone as one      
face to face      
again      
feels like true      
home sweet home      
rapt enthralled      
in tranquil peace      
embraced      
encased      
within her cosmic      
illumined grace      
completely filled and held      
here in her      
buoyantly swollen      
healing bliss again      
then down the seawall      
to the east      
as i rolled on    
i continuously drank her in    
as the constant flowing    
salty sea breeze    
awakened    
my untouched flesh    
opened my senses    
hungering adventure    
while tuning in    
to her ancient primal wonders  
hypnotic mystery    
to fill my entire being  
with the intangible  
primordial pagan tonic  
of the ethereal  
highest pleasures    
of her largely neglected    
free flowing beauty    
pulsing throughout    
this primitive night  
as i continued  
riding on  
five miles    
of concrete blemish    
soon went blurring by    
under the frictional whisperings  
of my bikes spinning tires    
with not even one other  
moon struck  moon lit    
drunken soul  
anywhere in sight    
nor one other    
enraptured lunar lover  
restless  tuned in loner  
like me  
whose human nature    
was similarly tuned in to    
nor called and lured  
out tonight  
like my own  
to more intimately commune    
so enrapturedly with    
the urgent  
forever beckoning pull  
of this illumined  
blue moons rolling on  
magical night  
out here  
like mine tonight  
no one else out here  
wandering in utter awe  
in awakened wonderment along  
this sandy coastal shorelines  
prime front row seats  
above this vast  wide gulfs  
fluidly moving  
panoramic  moonlit stage  
constantly aburst  
with countless trillions  
of constantly dancing  
brightly flashing  
reflective  mercurial explosions  
of diamond like  
liquid stars  
that so tirelessly  
sing out to us all  
despite their sacred songs  
eternal  transcendent message  
so futilely falling  
even still more so  
these days here now  
so sadly for the most part  
upon so many seemingly countless  
deaf human ears  
minds  hearts  
and free willed  
egoically separated  
consciously and spiritually  
disconnected  
souls  
who seem to mostly  
all still remain  
so completely oblivious  
and intentionally ignorant  
to the ancient  eternal  
vibrationally quickening  
fluid  singing song  
of this profoundly wondrous  
luminously reflective  
blue moons rolling on  
higher songs sacred messages  
telling reminder  
eternal story  
invitation and highest calling  
out to us and all  
to remember  recall and return  
to the much greater truth  
of who and what  
we all truly are  
but so it goes on  
i suppose  
just as it has  
for so very long  
been  
and even more so now  
still yet is  
and presently remains  
here in our historically  
ego minded  
self blinded  
self destructive  
human journeys  
throughout countless generations  
of our species  
collective time here  
upon this our still  
most precious  wondrous  
living  conscious  
sentient  beautiful  sacred  
mother earth  
where despite all that  
at this point  
of so called time  
and of my present  
lifetimes temporal journey  
here tonight  
im really not all that surprised  
anymore  
that i alone  
appear to be  
at least as far  
as i have seen  
the only truly awakened  
tuned in human being  
out here tonight  
so fully  consciously taking in  
to and with  
all my fullest being  
the radiantly luminous  
transcendental  
transformational fullness  
of this gloriously wondrous  
blue moons rolling on  
across this mystical  
magical night  
riding here all along  
for these last two  
late night hours  
up here high above  
this vast  broad gulfs  
soul deep peaceful  
inwardly reflective  
rhythmically whispering edge  
where moonlight  
so seductively  
and so sensuously kisses  
dry land  sea and me  
still so spellbound here  
by blue moonlights    
sweet  heavenly dance    
upon these coastal    
nocturnal wind and waves  
where after another  
two hours of riding  
along these nocturnal  
living shores  
it still baffles  
and amazes me so  
that there seems and appears  
to be no other free  
pagan soul like me  
who kindredly heard  
nor felt like me    
so naturally compelled tonight  
to likewise heed  
the overwhelming  
inner tidal  
beck and call  
soul deep pull    
cosmic allure            
of all this sparkling  
silver blue moonlight    
showering down    
upon everything in this world  
around us all here tonight  
which seems at least  
to have so irresistibly  
drawn me out    
and swept me off so easily    
surrendered now so fully    
within this strange    
yet beautiful  lunar tides    
rapturously powerful  inner currents    
sweeping rip and undertow    
which drew me here    
so far and deeply    
out into its wondrous show    
yet seemingly in vain            
for even though shes fed    
and filled my soul    
with her luminous  
pranic manna    
i still feel  
and so clearly am    
so all alone out here tonight    
with no other kindred spirit    
nor special friend    
to share all this    
mystical beauty    
and wonderment with    
as each concrete square    
of seawall pavement    
continues to flicker on by  
here down below me  
like clouded film frames    
from old  silent movies    
in grainy  black and white    
now faded and so long forgotten       
whose ghostly stories    
seem to be faintly speaking to me    
through the continuous    
indecipherable  frictional whispering    
of my spinning bike tires    
much too fleeting release    
of their even more all alone    
lonesome  lost  so lonely    
long forgotten stories songs    
of so many forlorn    
long deceased    
unfulfilled    
hopes  desires and now  
long gone  
long lost  forgotten dreams  
left behind me here tonight    
in the equally  
forgotten dust    
of countless other  
dreams and lives  
from distant days  
of fleeting past times  
cut short too soon    
never fully lived nor realized    
from other displaced    
prior centuries  
now forever flown away  
long lapsed 
from timeless time  
where not even its lingering ghosts    
can so easily be found    
anymore    
long relinquished    
reduced to stains    
of fading ink    
locked up in equally faded    
old books    
which the living    
so seldom if ever    
even care to read anymore    
so most of these still lingering    
ghostly stories    
whose faint singing    
i seem to be hearing and feeling    
are mostly all my own    
currently fifteen years long    
still ongoing history    
of what alls now seemingly become  
little more than  
ghostly memories of my own    
releasing their hauntingly    
lonesome songs    
out into all this magical    
blue moons rolling on    
luminously beckoning moonlights  
mystical  dreamlike night    
of dancing coastal winds and waves    
wherein apparently now it seems    
into my ears and soul    
alone    
perhaps this blue moons call    
for me tonight    
has been nothing more    
than a deeply reflective    
inner life lesson
subtly arisen
to simply come show me
to help me
more fully realize
the vital importance    
of learning to let go  
to live more fully    
more fluidly    
more mindfully present    
in each continuous moment    
of this endless    
constant now    
but aside from that    
newly realized fresh insight    
this blue moon night    
has also revealed and shown to me    
so much more    
i might not have ever    
seen  found  thought and felt    
nor so reflectively realized    
had i chosen to not    
heed this rare blue moons    
alluring  luminous beck and call    
to come outside    
and intuitively ride so deeply    
so receptively out into her    
guiding light    
for now beyond that clearer truth    
i also got to see and learn    
from a much more broadly illumined    
inner and outer    
unexpectedly more enlightened    
and liberating perspective    
that for me    
its only been fifteen years    
of my yearning  
lonesome bike tires tread    
laid down  left behind me  
in haunting futile vain    
such simple  lonely dreams    
and perpetually hopeful fantasies    
which never came to be    
where now not even  
obscure stains remain    
now long evaporated    
into the dense humidity    
of my coastal isolation    
from what regrettable few encounters    
i did once have    
over all these otherwise    
desperately lonesome  empty years    
can tell on me tonight    
as the emptiness    
of their sad  collective memories            
has now so blankly    
slipped away    
leaving nothing left for me here    
to find nor lose    
ever again it seems    
as one still lonesome spirit cannibal    
rides this wall alone tonight    
starving my way through    
its lonely  lonesome void again    
along the trashy edge    
of all this funky    
chronic    
gulf coast    
desperate hollowness    
now left so nowhere here    
in the silent  unseen wake  
and dust  
of so much tragic    
twisted  
slight of fate unspent    
now leaving only me    
here all alone    
on my own again    
but with this great big    
luminous  full  blue moon    
now rising higher above me    
still rolling on    
together here    
in our seemingly perpetual    
mutual lonesomeness    
mirroring in our passing sojourn    
some even more mysterious    
haunting  ancient  inner beauty                  
unseen  yet sensed and deeply felt    
reflectively shared    
here in the silent    
wondrous presence    
of her rarified    
much too fleeting love lights    
wonderfully penetrative  
luminous silver spill    
shining freely down to soothe    
and fill me up    
with her selflessly shared    
most intimate    
intangible gift this night    
as she both follows    
and guides me    
serenely back home    
now once there    
with newly comforted mind    
and contented soul    
completely rebalanced    
restored    
from sweet  blue moons  
rolling on  
all these subtle  
yet stunning  
cosmically ripened  
brightest blessings  
so freely shone    
down upon    
into me here    
in the reflectively connected    
natural resonance    
of her unspoken    
ineffable love  
grace    
and mutually shared  
reciprocity    
of our most primal  
inner and outer  
natural communion    
here tonight    
which led and now    
has brought me here    
into this present    
heightened realization    
of my own    
more deeply enraptured    
gently reawakened    
everlastingly illumined    
continuously    
evolving
blue moon mood
forever    
rollin    
on