LISTENING  (6-22-92, Galveston Island, Texas)

       
i listen        
to the liquid        
voice        
of my lyrical        
imagination        
as the residue        
of my        
fading dreams        
filters slowly        
into view        
       
greater        
wordless wisdoms        
waft vaguely        
through        
my head        
as my ears        
strain        
to concentrate        
for further clarity        
out of an        
even deeper        
inner stillness
innately
submerged      
therein  
       
where a        
whispering        
voice        
will often come        
softly rising up       
to try        
and paint        
whatever        
subconsciously      
hidden
perceptible views
or impressions      
i may sense        
see        
or feel
appearing
there         
within        
       
still        
much too        
often        
language fails        
to only fall        
far short        
of whatever      
i seek        
describing        
only widening        
the futile        
quicksand trap        
of too much        
recyclic        
repetition        
       
and yet        
despite        
all this        
and that        
of all ive        
ever expressed      
impressionistically
dredged up    
or more        
lucidly arisen    
up from      
collective minds      
inner processed      
subliminal depths      
out into        
opened      
conscious being      
through written      
word    
or any other      
creatively manifested    
form    
still it seems        
despite its      
random      
to and fro    
ebb and flow    
i can never        
completely    
stop        
all this        
my seemingly
incessant
constant        
intuitive listening        
as if        
driven by my      
very nature      
to perpetually      
mine      
the vast        
unfathomable      
subterranean        
depths      
where the        
mysterious sum      
of all      
that exists        
and ever did      
quietly rests      
in ghostly echoes    
faintly gleaming  
just beyond        
some other      
deeper      
unknown stillness      
where few      
may dare      
to even venture      
much less      
ever go      
in search      
or quest        
for some greater      
ultimate truth      
or perhaps      
like me myself      
just for something      
more
or anything new      
to dig up    
and show    
to share    
or bring    
into this now    
completely overwhelmed    
illusory blinded    
rapidly dying    
material world    
to either help    
awaken    
or to ease
even if only   
just a little    
bit more    
the futile    
doubts and fears  
of those  
so desperately  
so stubbornly  
still yet
clinging on    
to all    
those things  
which no longer  
serve them  
humanity  life    
nor this world  
to help them    
see  feel  
and fully know  
the greater  
liberating truth  
of a full
return to love  
and light  
awaiting them  
and all    
of life  
through simply    
and fearlessly    
letting    
go