What a night. I was up late because I fell asleep, but then awoke, momentarily refreshed and unable to call on the deep trance of dream. Caught between, my mind was a flurry of waking dream images, a vast rumination running on autopilot. Like a psychedelic trip without the disorientation.
The Line
Dissolved
Between here
And there
Sleep
And waking
Dream and dreamlessness….
This dissolves
It’s a solvent
ripping apart
taking down
those boundaries,
setting in place
A poetry of soul
Self
And bone…
So many weep,
holding the remnant masks
grieving
For a nothingness
that came from itself
And dissolves back to its origins.
Rejoicing,
The soul rises
to its paradise
lying folded between the leaves
of lost pages
unknown
unseen
until the boundaries fall away
the mountains,
the walls,
the illusory beliefs…
as the book blooms
into a world of sweetened scent
and wonder
for the hidden
now revealed.
Your images fleeted through me
(she lay cuddled over him arms tucked in)
The words and sounds
Both of laughter
(She sits up, taking him in)
And wonderment,
Secrets only you knew
(Like a radio star; she received in pulses so fast)
Fleeted through an emptied house…
(Uncertain and dizzy with desire)
as images emerged,
Like a full-on psychedelic experience
Driven by dream
(And desire)
Focused through waking.
Strangers moved
Indexed
Stored
Released
As my mind
Balanced between worlds
Watched in wonder
As it all slipped through
My hands
like a great rushing stream.
My mind does not know what it means
Nor always to whom it belongs
It all becomes
Noise…
A flurry of images
From personal lives
The soul
Linked into realms of light.
I listened as I heard the peculiarly loud vocalization last night
that sitting here now,
I hear the man next to me chirping out
exactly as it had come
in a time that came backwards
from the way it usually comes.
What secrets do any of us think we hold in worlds such as this?
But for purposes
I wonder
The chaos of our world
Slipping through the radio of my mind
As the daily broadcast is ruminated
By minds other than my own
As my own can only guess
At the glue that holds them together.
The desire
The greatest one
Is what holds it all together
Even as none of it makes sense sometimes.
Sometimes it all just comes so fast
So furiously
Meaning meant for another self inside
While the mind just cannot grasp
Nor should it,
I think.
It is what it is
Assigning importance
Robs it of its reality
All our masks are lost
I think
To the deep river of time,
and as they do
you too will see as I have seen
as the veil thins
not between worlds
but in the world of the self
which sees all worlds.
Waking The Infinite 