TRANSITIONS    (1988; my move and drive up to Trinidad, California, in Humboldt County, from San Diego)        

     
as the south coast          
slowly loosens          
its long          
warm          
hold on me          
i slip from its weakened          
grip          
out of all          
its man made          
density          
pressure squeezed          
like some          
slippery seed sent flying          
from the compressing          
pinch          
of its overly glorified          
overly crowded          
complex          
material stench          
now driving up north  
far away from my
most recent past s
eight long  fun
wild  golden years  
of livin my best life more fully
down here in so cal s
orange and san diego counties
now so quickly slip sliding away
in streaming blurs
of peripheral shapes and colors
outside my speeding car s windows
as i m fleeing the warm sun
it seems
in exchange
for the much colder coastal  
wet  rainy  harsh  beautiful  
pacific northwest          
where graspable destiny          
very soon now will sprout        
a whole new other world
and hopefully new life for me          
in an unfamiliar land          
of cold rain          
wild sea          
and raw  natural terrain          
where i know my god stands
so patiently calling
and waiting for me   
for i sense the power          
of his open hands          
outstretched there in everything          
so invitingly reaching out for me          
in all the towering trees          
in the dewy chest high ferns          
fanned at their feet          
in the storm packed sands          
along the many mysterious miles          
of primitive  pristine  open beaches          
where fallen  giant redwood beast s remains          
lay scattered and entangled all about          
like great big heaps of massive
sun bleached dinosaur bones          
unearthed  cut down
long fallen  cast out          
washed up ashore          
by massive  raging
winter  sea storms
they lie here now          
hushed and muted
completely deprived          
long separated from          
their once much higher standing homes          
where sea wind s nippy touch now pulls
such hauntingly sorrowful
whistling notes and tones          
around their majestically entangled          
naturally sculpted forms          
through which it combs and softly sings
their bittersweet  melancholic
ethereally haunting spirit s songs      
as the living earth          
sighs a gentle release          
slowly slithering soft  white mists arise          
like gathered ghosts          
so spookishly resurrected          
in their mysterious beauty          
to hang in silence          
amid and above          
every darkened forest          
of sleeping hillside trees          
where they mystically drift about their tops          
appearing somewhat serpentine          
in their hypnotic  flowing
gracefully spreading
soft  white  dense mist s     
silent  fluid  slow motion  tai chi like
arboreal dance
it appears and seems to me          
almost as if they are          
the visibly magical  peaceful dreams          
of all these forested hills
completely covered and filled        
with and by
all these countless  living trees          
which only leads me          
to further ponder and wonder          
just what other          
sweet  new mysteries          
i may still yet find         
and discover here          
in this beautifully unfamiliar          
wilderness landscape s open nature          
just as here within myself
inside my largely hidden          
still presently unknown to most others       
very own powerful inner nature as well          
in which and from i sense already          
exciting  new adventures  many     
are still awaiting my discovery          
though still here as of now          
they ve not yet come to be revealed          
still i cant help already          
but to wonder          
what new subtle  vital lessons          
may just be lying in wait for me ahead          
to be revealed  lived and learned          
so wonderfully disguised here now          
amongst these innocent forest floors          
where soon i trust i ll walk and live          
more intimately attuned eventually upon
this sweet  sweet  wondrous
sacred living earth again          
to hopefully gain          
whatever greater truths          
and experiential wisdom i may need          
to further enrich          
whatever other unknown journeys          
my open life          
may still yet have ahead          
in which i ll hopefully remember          
someday          
far beyond this present now          
something more profoundly of my god          
who i suspect in some way          
has been disgraced to some degree          
by all the many blinding vices
and crazy  wild distractions          
ive allowed myself
to so compulsively and freely
over indulge myself in
over time for so so many years
to displace my thoughts          
and actions as far away as i could
from the runaway  fractaling  true insanity   
of this much too fast paced world
just as far away as i can
from my insatiably hungry          
undisciplined  ever curious
creatively adventurous mind          
now here i am again
with my heart already
more fully awakening
wherein  in which thereof         
i consciously shall impart          
pure and sublime          
unconditional  intentional love          
upon and into everything          
and everyone          
indeed into
all i meet and find          
to better and more fully          
consciously reap          
whatever new blessings          
may still yet          
remain for me here
and in whatever new blessings
may still yet possibly come    
here within whatever time          
i may or may not          
still have left          
or by and through          
pure grace alone          
perhaps          
be given          
in which i too          
shall give a gift in return          
back to our precious          
living earth          
to whom i ll continue
to always aspire to seek
to find and maintain
harmonious  near perfect alignment
with and to her
with and to all
so that i can more fully express
and more freely share
the higher light and love
of my own highest          
truth s true value and worth
in ways that might possibly
more radiantly brighten
uplift  quicken
and help awaken
all living beings
all living things
in this world
this sacred earth
our sacred mother
our sacred home
for the greater good
of all     
before i myself          
once again          
return          
in turn          
to become her sacred dirt      
once more          
wherein          
i will catch and grow          
all new seeds          
that are squirt my way          
which into me          
even here now          
i can already          
intuitively          
sense and feel          
my god          
is surely          
ascending