ARE YOU STILL ONLY ONE OF THE SLEEPING  (10/1989, Southern California)

 
   
momentarily contained      
here in this landscape      
of hair and flesh    
i feed the sky      
with my persistent breath      
the earth with my life      
as the sky      
breathes freely back      
into my body and being      
a much deeper song      
of completion      
wherein each moment      
is a new dawn      
here within      
this open circle      
of being i am      
as consciousness      
molds on      
some instinct      
is listening forever      
with patience      
beyond the sun      
of its sum      
for i am a desert waiting      
for something more      
than sand alone      
can ever explain      
though i expect      
no explanations      
i simply know and trust      
that the greater of me      
still overshadows      
the lesser of me      
whether anyone else does      
or not      
for in time      
we will all truly be freed      
from our mental      
bondage of self      
and thus to all      
resultant darkness here      
as well      
aahhhhhhhh      
smell the sweet falling rain      
which now descends      
close your eyes      
turn your face up to the sky      
to feel and savor it      
as thousands      
of cool  wet kisses      
run like wild horses      
across your warm      
open      
dreaming plains      
dont you feel it there      
a rich love so rare      
yet available      
to us all      
or are you still only      
one of the sleeping      
consciously unawakened      
egoically stuck      
along with most      
of this worlds      
still struggling      
stumble blind masses      
just another      
numb  numbered sheep      
bogged down      
trapped in the currents      
of all you believe      
held down    
for so long      
now nearly out of breath      
longing to resurface    
for air    
back up from    
somewhere down there    
feeling    
momentarily    
only semi lost    
in the dark    
murky mystery    
of the seemingly      
bottomless depths      
of your still sinking lifes      
restless sleep      
without even being      
able to dream      
anymore      
much less find      
ascend to and take      
just one more      
near desperate      
last gulp      
of fresh air      
still you may say      
at least you have      
hope      
but how can you      
hope      
when you cant even      
seem to fully    
find a way    
to truly      
believe in yourself    
all the way    
anymore    
much less      
ever co create    
and make manifest    
for yourself    
and for    
the greater good    
of all    
a much better      
much brighter      
new life      
and new world  
to bring    
into being    
at long last    
for the ongoing    
very survival    
of not only    
yourself    
but of and for    
everyone  everything      
and all else    
presently    
still living    
existing    
or being    
in this    
wondrously    
mysterious    
truly magical  
long suffering  
world  
we re all still  
such an inseparable  
part of
even more so
here now today
than ever
before