peering deeply
blue sky yonder
allowing thoughts
gathering wander
consider prudence
in all her virtue
perhaps a goddess of a future time
leaving us hapless
twisting restraint over impulse
blurry and vague
fuzzy and broken
figures appear
right there in the open
a swirling mixture
of scales and bicuspids
and strange metal beings
with surfaces rusted
names suit them not
a healing breeze of emerald green
dries the waters
of every silent tear
i have climbed
the pulpit rock
and i have no sermon for you
it is raining today
melting the snow
i stand
on the shores of a magical lake
musing of a woman
standing on the icy rocks
gazing wide
breathing in the cloudy air
sometimes i see a
rainbow portal
colours dancing on the waters
brightly framed by
light above me
creation frozen in a holy moment
.
chickadee breaks the spell
and all is well
all is well
.
oh
moth on the glass
deer on the road
pilgrim in the wasteland
not all lights are holy
pray dear mister
let me sit here
and if these rotten beams
should cave in about me
it shall be a tender mercy
view all of life as a dream
pour dream milk into your dream coffee
have dream conversations
with dream characters
as you go about your dream day
view all external interactions
as projections of the mind
in this perception
experience liberation from grasping and aversion
take a deep breath and hold it
watch that clear white light
illuminate behind the leaves
twist electric winding
through the twigs and trees
spark upon the glittering snow
when emotional reaction arises
remember
it is just a dream
this anger is a dream
this joy is a dream
this boredom is a dream object
and not real
possible answers:
1.) dirt and rocks, maybe a beaver dam
2.) solid iron-nickel alloy
3.) superconducting ammonia crystal
4.) an alien supercomputer run by insidious mice
5.) hollow, another earth inside
6.) an icy void
7.) plasma fusion fuelling a molten mantle
8.) stargate
9.) number9.. number9
why does a wise sage burn his books?
because s/he realizes intellect is a barrier to being
and discards delusion
surrendering worldly books to the purification of fire
it was dark as we walked down the hall to the elevator
my companion seemed short by human standards
sex.. not exactly known
we walked in together
and pushed a button on the wall
(the symbol on the button seemed reasonable)
up we went
to transparent height
our bodies were radiant
glowing bright
the doors sighed away to a startling sight —
‘we’re pulling him out for this?’
the time traveler inquired
its various faces spread deep into void space
and it was a fine mess
stardrive omicron with a fractal smash
shattered crystals littering the immediate space nearby
suspended in a slow motion explosion
plasma discharge singing some jagged glassy tale
somehow we knew
that telepathic redemption
as electrical humms
and spasming arcs
drew stardrive omicron together again
(captain jurgen could only dream of this
tucked away in cryo for the show..
s/he so HATED time)
and like a feather
falling back to earth
and slamming into a body
i awoke with a jolt in my bed