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 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    
the more linear    
locked in    
views and ways  
through more culturally  
accepted lenses
most other  
human beings  
especially those here    
in my own    
country of birth  
this time around  
tend most  
to sense    
and see through
both themselves  
and this world  
around us all  
we 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