AS ANOTHER DREAM PAGE SLOWLY TURNS  (12-6-2009, sunrise, Palm Springs, California)

as another
new day
peacefully dawns
another
open
blank page
quietly yawns
as white gold
sun ascends
relaxing
imagination from
cold nights
now lapsed
just passed
tightly sphinctered
nocturnal clench        
as passing        
dreams page        
slowly turns        
into this lucid        
waking form        
where inks        
thin flow        
spills slowly forth        
out into        
all these        
morphing      
wire fenced words        
to isolate        
yet        
open up        
yet another        
cork screwed vision        
in their own        
peculiar        
inward        
dream like way        
into such strange        
obliquely abstract        
spilt out        
spelt impressions        
though usually        
always        
somewhat        
too obscure    
and vague        
intuitively channelled        
forms      
filtered through        
my own        
long shown        
strange        
uniquely perceptive        
being        
which has        
always had        
some innate knack        
for submerging itself      
further into      
beyond        
the more limiting      
shallower      
infrastructural boundaries        
of this too      
often rigid        
surface worlds      
mass      
group think      
egoic minds      
apparently      
perpetually stuck      
collective species      
free will chosen      
self limitations    
in sharp contrast    
to my      
considerably        
more fluidly mutable    
own    
more mystic    
multi dimensional    
other realms        
of sensing        
seeing        
those things unseen        
around        
within  beyond        
yet mostly        
in between        
all their more solid    
more linear    
illusory  temporal    
3 d physical forms    
along with all their    
more deeply programmed    
life long  locked in    
self limiting    
cultural human    
views and ways    
through the more    
socially acceptable lenses    
of most other      
human beings    
in those societies    
own misguided    
ego blinded    
interpreted beliefs    
more expected and accepted    
so called norms    
and ways    
especially those here        
in my own        
country of birth      
this time around      
who tend most      
to not be able    
to sense  nor see    
right through      
both themselves      
nor this world s    
incongruously misperceived    
misunderstood ways and beliefs    
surrounding us all    
in this long wearied    
increasingly struggling    
completely misunderstood world    
in which we each and all    
live in here      
although        
in so many countless        
other ways as well        
wherein the contrast        
of that        
conscious fact        
i simultaneously realize      
just now        
myself      
that i        
am not        
so very unique        
perhaps at all      
but rather      
only      
little more      
than just another        
brief reflection        
holding its own        
awakened awareness        
of interconnected        
open being      
oneness        
as diluted as        
it seems        
at times        
in imperfect        
often conflicted        
but necessary        
continuous check        
simply mirroring        
what light        
it knows        
as my central        
compass      
as my       
innermost guide        
as it        
gracefully glides        
along        
the rolling        
rounded        
ever expanding        
equally fluid edge        
of the flowing        
cosmic ripple        
it surely is      
in its      
present forms        
temporal incarnation        
as living consciousness        
quietly spreading        
its individual      
dharmic path        
out across        
this vast  mysterious        
yielding        
ineffable expanse        
of creations        
immeasurable sea        
in which        
no mortal human        
name        
no word        
no thought        
nor dream        
can ever fully        
express  convey        
nor fully contain        
its greater        
mysterious truth        
beyond the insufficient        
limits        
of mankinds        
tragically      
thus far        
still mostly unawakened        
insufficient limits        
own        
reflectively mirrored      
other         
vibrational forms      
especially here now      
at the very      
cusp      
of its last      
great      
break downs      
timely      
intractable      
death rattlin      
extinctions      
long overdue      
inevitable      
well      
deserved      
epic  final      
fall