AMORPHOUS   (1) - (10-17-04; on waking in Eagle Lake, Texas)

     
     
     
as awareness      
     slowly arises      
up from sleeps      
     still haven      
in the secret      
     stirring      
of each new      
     creeping      
dawn      
     cocooned      
in tingling      
     ringing air      
of nights      
     soft silent      
weightless      
     womb      
some subtle      
     metamorphosis      
occurs within      
     subconscious      
being      
     in every      
gentle release      
     back into      
fresh peace      
     of first lights      
conscious return      
     wherein this      
state of stillness      
     awareness      
begins to stir      
     up from      
nocturnal      
     disappearance      
back into      
     familiar identity      
of its current      
     living form      
during this mystic      
     transition      
from dreamtime      
     back into      
this physical world      
     where I become      
aware      
     for a little while      
each new morn    
     before I am      
fully here      
     that I am      
something else      
     holy      
amorphous      
     and real      
some lichen      
     clinging      
intently firm      
      to stone      
some delicate      
     moss or fern      
newly sprouted      
     into being      
from the decaying      
     trunk      
of some old      
     fallen oak      
gracefully unseen      
     patiently      
existing      
     hidden in      
the beautiful      
     density      
of some remote      
     forest floor      
as its life cycle      
     secretly      
unfolds      
     or perhaps      
i am some      
     ghostly mist      
hanging      
     eerily adrift      
suspended in      
     forest treetops      
along some coastal      
     mountainside      
or a single      
     drop of dew      
slowly filling up      
     off the tip      
of some green leaf      
     waiting in its      
peaceful perfection      
     for the moment      
it finally swells      
     slips and quietly      
falls  virgin      
     through the air      
to sacred ground      
     below      
only to be      
     transformed      
into something      
     else again      
the faintest breeze      
     perhaps      
caressing the      
     contoured      
earth      
     in its timeless      
flow      
     no need      
nor reason      
     for it to      
even know      
     beyond      
the truth      
     of its      
flawless being      
     in all these      
varied forms      
     i know      
as i now return      
     even here      
into my own      
     that i and we      
and all these      
     things      
are interconnected      
     within this      
great adventure      
     though we      
may often think      
     we journey      
here alone      
     at some point      
we hopefully      
     will learn      
to somehow  
     more clearly    
come to see      
     that we each    
and all    
     both touch      
and are touched      
     essentially      
by everything      
     within  
the sacred  
     singularity  
of sublime  
     creations  
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