TRANSCENDENT  OPEN HEART of RADIANT AWAKENED BEING  (4-7-2011, 8:30am, Palm Springs, California)

 
soft  white light  
quietly fell  
upon this still  
facade  
of my silent  
unseen  
blinded truth  
long held  
yet hid away  
from myself  
and all as well  
upon  within  
the previously mute  
now open  
yielding surface  
of this once  
blank  
clean  white  empty  
page  
i now unleash  
these freely fallen  
words upon  
again  
unveiled here now  
in this brief  
inner glimpses  
neuro plastic  passive  
purge  
just as they have  
always done  
since way back  
then  
in ages past  
so long ago  
where they first  
fell  
from out of darkness  
into light  
to have their slippery  
chance to say  
whatever they felt  
a need to  
reflectively express  
or say  
before sinking back  
into  
the unseen depths  
of my otherwise  
rather unfathomable  
labyrinthian  
subconsciousness s  
innermost shadowlands  
in which wherein  
ive now long learned  
in my own  
strange  peculiar  
innately intuitive  
perhaps even  
bio alchemical ways  
how to mine  
convert  transform  
set free  
and harvest  
more light from  
out of my  
too long entrapped  
inner darkness there
than darkness from  
out of my
equally
too long entrapped  
falsely masked  
self suppressed  
innermost lights
subliminally withheld
inaccessibly unreachable
resonant gifts
inaccessible
that is
by anyone else  
but me  
which is how  
i now self justify  
my need  
my right  
to creatively do so  
as i
for so many long  
gone years  
for so many  
long decades now
so freely
so easily have  
released
in conjured words  
of free range ink  
like these here  
now again  
which arise like  
restless ghosts  
up through my
long awakened beings
very essence
beyond mere mind alone
as well
to naturally resurface  
filtered up
through my openly receptive  
mind  
from which  
they either  
come forth to storm  
to sprinkle  
to rain and stain  
or to just as often
warm like sun  
to shine
uplift  and brighten
to quicken  enlighten
to move and heal
as they spill out
their stream of consciousness s
spontaneous free flow
expression
onto each new
blank page
they come  
to quietly fall
and settle upon  
through slight of pens  
sweet flow of inks  
spilled  wordy spells  
strange  twisting trails  
equally strange release  
just as it does  
here even now  
each time  
i close my eyes  
go deep inside
within  
slow my breath  
let go all thoughts  
to calm and tune in
my openly yielding mind  
and thoughts  
back into that  
much too often  
so easily forgotten  
yet ever beckoning  
as well  
brighter  
inner silence there  
as whatever scenes
and stories
they may come to release
expel  express and tell
seem to consistently
come sliding
into
closer  clearer view
whenever they are ready
and ripened enough
for others waking eyes  
and minds  
to potentially
find and see  
beyond my own alone  
yet even
as here now  
it often seems
in the subtle after wake
of their spilled release
in more deeply reflective
moments of introspective
retrospect
that perhaps i also
set them free  
to further  
free myself as well  
so i suppose  
i ll always continue  
to listen for  
and heed my muses  
ever longing  golden call  
wherein i suspect  
and hope  
i can always  
easily return  
back into its  
ever mysterious  
timelessly awaiting  
boundless inner seas  
transcendent  
open heart  
of more radiant  
awakened being  
over and over again  
and again  
anytime  
i may like or want to
at least for  
as long  
as im still breathing  
still consciously
awakened
still consciously
tuned into life
creatively free
and
alive