WHAT STIMULUS OF HEART  (5-19-2009, 7:10pm, Palm Springs, California)

   
what stimulus    
of conscious heart    
of darkened minds    
own stained thoughts    
brings forth    
all that    
which comes    
before me
now   
what stimulus    
of joy    
or pain    
of loss    
or gain    
of life    
and light    
of love    
and hate    
of day    
and night    
of earth    
of moon    
of sun    
and stars    
stimulates to    
re inspire    
each soul    
the most    
or at    
least enough    
to liberate    
each life    
enough    
to transcend    
all space    
all time    
all ego    
mind    
and form    
beyond    
all that    
we know    
into the    
greater whole    
of all    
we truly    
are    
is it  
perhaps    
the stimulus    
of idea    
or act    
of seed    
or spark    
of dream    
or fact    
or just    
the flow    
of stillness    
rooted in    
the heart    
of source    
whose constant    
pulse    
of something    
more    
speaks in    
such    
bone deep    
pureness    
at times    
beyond    
the feeble    
grasp    
of mind    
or thought    
alone    
yet in    
a place    
beyond    
them all    
where there    
exists    
no more    
thought    
no mind    
nor aloneness    
no confusion    
no lostness    
nor lack    
but rather    
in truth    
where the    
only stimulus    
which matters    
at all    
is the    
all seeing    
all knowing    
stimulus    
and light    
of fully    
awakened awareness    
of ones    
own inseparable    
oneness with    
and within    
all being    
of all    
that is    
here and  
beyond    
as can    
even    
be seen    
and found    
reflected here    
in this    
other    
miniature    
dreaming mirrors    
day dreamed    
lettered impressions    
which danced    
themselves    
into    
manifested being    
through    
their simple    
play    
of light    
from whence    
they just    
arose    
to become    
this brief    
uncharted path    
of risen    
words    
i now    
leave here    
behind    
in this    
momentary    
impermanent    
reflections    
meandering    
trail    
of tangled  
broken  
undone    
lines  
let go  
set free  
spill
to thus
now
so
be
come