MORNINGS BRIGHT MUSE-ECOLOGY  (6-1-18, 8:44a.m., Cathedral City 'Cove', California)

         
sitting here            
in the shade            
near the pool            
sipping              
my first espresso            
of the day            
outside            
in the cool            
morning air            
while refilling            
the pools            
water level            
even though            
only            
one blue tile            
low            
just as            
i myself am      
for im            
still not quite            
fully awake            
just yet            
though by choice            
this time            
for even as            
i first            
opened my eyes            
from sleep            
this morning            
i felt            
compelled            
when my feet            
first touched            
the floor            
as i sat            
up at            
the edge of
my bed
to allow myself
to gift myself            
a peaceful reentry            
into this            
new day            
which im doing            
here even            
now            
as i sit            
outside            
by the pool            
to quietly listen            
and reflect            
between each            
shallow            
slow  warm sip            
of my fresh            
espresso            
i gently            
close my eyes            
to better              
savor            
its earthy            
flavor            
along with              
the faintest            
soft              
sweet kiss            
of a delicate            
cool breeze            
astir            
as it sensuously            
slips            
like a gently              
waking dream            
around              
my bare skins            
restful form      
and yielding hunger           
tenderly interlaced            
with the naturally            
orchestrated            
spontaneous              
songs            
of dozens              
of peripherally calling            
tweets  cheeps            
trills            
and sharp              
intermittent            
staccatto caws            
of early birds            
joyously singing in            
this mornings            
fresh virgin idyll              
while also            
passively              
listening to            
the other            
more subtle            
trance like            
hypnotic            
calming song            
of the              
swimming pools            
continuously flowing            
refill pipes            
tumbling            
burbling            
spouted waters            
tranquil  singing            
melodically            
fluid tongue        
steadily pouring        
its crystaline spillage        
out into        
the dreaming pool           
as its        
narcotic            
rushing cadence            
trickles spiraling        
song like           
through              
the open            
acoustical      
nautilian contours            
of my              
inner ears            
serenely coursing            
energetically            
down along            
and through        
my spinal cord            
in tingling pirouettes            
of gracefully inspiring            
self illumined              
waterfalls        
of titilating synergy           
to dance        
its lyrical        
quickening        
with        
into and through        
my own        
fluid           
dna            
serenely lulling me            
ever more              
deeply            
into this receptive            
centered            
state            
of open  streaming            
inner flow            
wherein            
my indwelling            
creative muse            
is gradually            
gently            
stirred awake            
perhaps              
even more so            
than me            
for it is              
he alone            
who came            
this morning            
to so kindly            
join me            
here          
not at my              
distraught            
behest            
but rather              
at my friendly            
longing            
welcome invitation            
to come hear            
see            
feel              
and fish            
along with me            
these            
not so elusive              
today            
distally arisen words            
up from            
the mysterious            
unseen            
inner depths            
within          
from that              
sensory infused            
inner flowing            
daydream prone            
subconscious stream         
of consciously            
symbolic              
lucid vision            
and meaning              
it was he            
my old            
subconscious friend            
and trusted            
innermost ally            
who helped me              
cast            
and catch            
then pull them            
quietly forth            
up and out            
one by one            
then many more            
one after another            
a simple              
morning feast            
at best            
for either now            
or later            
out onto              
the empty        
shoreline bank            
of this            
once dry          
white            
receptive pages        
silent thirst        
now being        
quenched           
in streaming lines            
of ferreted            
words            
presently mirroring        
the sensual        
poetry        
of this        
gently stirring        
new days        
pranic waking        
all around me        
in this        
aesthetic        
spilled out fill        
of equally        
fluid words        
now leaving me        
here        
much like        
this pool        
no longer feeling        
nor being        
only one        
blue tile low        
while also        
leaving me        
more openly receptive        
and perceptive        
in multidimensional        
ways        
even as i        
move on out        
into whatever        
rushing hyperflow        
this new day        
soon enough        
may now unfold        
and bring        
wherein this        
preset        
conscious attunement        
i ll have easier        
near effortless        
access        
to whatever            
other worlds            
within worlds            
i may sense            
feel        
intuit or see        
like those        
ive just           
laid out here        
in these lines        
so freely            
come        
in crawling        
sprawling vines        
of painless            
blood like inks            
mute flow            
from off            
this pen tips                 
reeled in              
skratched out        
jagged        
hookless        
catch and release            
of such            
a loosely        
captured            
intuitively scribed            
mindfully              
transcribed            
impressionistically            
peaceful            
experiential scene            
simply filtered            
naturally through            
my barely            
awakened            
yet early stirring              
equally fluid              
senses            
out into            
this slippery            
visceral spillaged            
form            
in the only            
linguistically            
more intimate way            
i know              
best how            
to connect            
and reconnect            
to its              
more mystical            
subliminal source            
then lay it            
out            
in other ways            
this being              
only one            
for others              
to see  sense            
feel or hear            
in whatever ways              
they either              
may              
will or wont            
drawn            
gleaned            
or summoned forth            
up through              
both            
random            
and universal filters            
of their own            
first            
expressively            
reenvisioned here            
by my        
muse        
and me alone        
from simply            
what was        
here            
alive            
in vibratory being            
everywhere            
around me            
in this              
sacred            
temporal world            
just as              
it has            
is            
and hopefully            
always            
will be            
but presently here            
for now            
in this only            
now            
i know        
was only            
beckoned forth            
to help            
and serve            
me here            
in creating            
a softer            
more gentle reentry            
into this            
newly            
unfolding day            
successfully                      
begun            
with both        
this pool        
and i        
sufficiently        
refilled  
at least  
that is  
for now