IN MORELY FIELD  (2-10-91, Morely Field Park, San Diego, California)

 
 
the day itself  
lounged about  
all around me  
in full blown  
technicolor  
where even  
the most  
common of things  
collectively
seemed cinematic  
where normally  
narrower views  
appeared  
more panoramic  
where every  
element  
of the day  
so effortlessly  
combined  
into one  
seamless harmony  
where every  
open sense  
in me  
swelled inwardly
in its elation  
through broadened  
conscious perception  
in awakening  
to the beauty  
and perfection  
of its interconnected  
relation  
its inseparable oneness  
with life  
and all creation  
suddenly sensed  
seen  felt  
reminded of  
and known  
as my own  
deeply intimate  
experiential  
living truth