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  
in me  
   
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