SOUL SONG (an open, flowing prayer.  

   
    
dear god    
too near    
i am    
drowning here    
in this unconquerable    
river    
of words    
my spirit    
swept off    
in whitmans    
currents    
so unexpectedly    
spiraling    
into the spinning    
vortex    
of a tornadic    
whirlpool    
of his    
elegantly    
descriptive words    
enraptured    
in their depths    
and heights    
that are neither    
up      
nor down    
   
inwardly enfolding    
into an    
even deeper    
rapture    
here at    
the center point    
of ecstasy    
where all    
the universe    
blooms forth    
into being    
wide open    
beyond    
all usual perceptions    
in a continuous    
explosion    
of fluidly fluent    
poetic    
epiphanies    
   
where body    
mind    
heart and soul    
fuse    
in purest    
synchronicity    
into the heightened    
light of being    
ecstatically    
closer towards    
that long lost    
central awareness    
of a love    
beyond    
all words    
   
wholly dissolved    
and absorbed    
through    
the subtle    
cosmic circulatory    
system    
of his    
epic prose    
back into    
the fast approaching    
consciousness    
of that    
ineffable    
perfect    
shining presence    
i still yet    
recall    
back into    
the innate    
oneness    
of that    
transcendent    
highest bliss    
where all    
ego and illusion    
are finally    
stripped    
away    
   
i still remember    
when    
now so    
long ago    
i found myself    
in an    
instant    
so profoundly    
consumed    
by that divine    
ineffable    
light    
that i became    
its loving    
rays
one with
the transcendent oneness
of its most
sacred    
all    
   
yet upon    
my inspired    
transformational return    
i gradually    
let it fade    
and slip away
over time  
in my egoic
prone
self presumption    
of it    
as a private    
gift of grace
spontaneously given
intended for me    
alone    
   
for in    
my fear    
of being    
thought of as  
or being    
called crazy    
i kept it    
secretly to myself    
wherein my failing    
to share    
its light    
with anyone else
and all    
its intensity began    
to increasingly    
fade away    
as my long
conditioned
egoic mind
much too soon    
increasingly returned
into frustrated play   
allowing illusion    
and darkness    
to eventually come    
and retake    
its place
to much
too large
a degree  
   
now helplessly    
adrift here    
so drunkenly inspired    
in whitmans      
timeless      
swirling currents    
i can almost    
feel and see    
that place    
of perfect peace    
of open bliss    
once more
here now again
swelling ever closer  
stronger  
and nearer
both with
and within me
as well
   
so why    
does it feel    
in some
newly dawned
more consciously insightful   
retrospective strange way    
here now
in this sweet
quickened moment   
that some part    
of me    
still somehow seems    
at times    
to be resisting    
its re emerging resurgence    
from returning    
fully back    
into my    
yearning lifes    
my heart
and souls
greatest longing    
needs    
desire    
to bring it
back
where i feel
its needed most    
more fully back
into my conscious    
heart and life    
back full force  
into this
increasingly broken    
desperately flailing world    
for the greater
good
of myself
and
all