AMORPHOUS (I; original draft)  (10-17-2004; upon 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 genetic form      
    during this mystic transition      
from dreamtime back      
    into this physical world      
where i become aware      
    for a little while each morning      
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 the 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 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 more clearly see      
    that we both touch      
and are touched      
    essentially      
by everything
     that ever was
by everything
     and all
that is