Life Dreams / Lucid Living (c) 2003

Sibilant Stars

I rummage
 

in the backs of the shelves

of the cupboards

 

in my mind

 

My delicate, questing senses

come upon

a

slightly cracked, oval bowl

 

Abrim with a vivid, dusty

Cornucopia of

Myriad ancient, familiar

high ideals

and mythic, mystic

sibilant wisdom

 

We'll have a cup of kindness

with that, oh you who wait, who wait

 

(Now, where to

blow this musical dust,

brain encased,

you know, skull n' all?

 

Wait

Mind is

unencompassed!)

 

Careful, I cup the bowl

in respectful, excited, trembling

hands

 



Turn in space and puff,

   puff           puff          til

 

Lo! Clarified surfaces

of sparkling gems and brilliance

begin to emerge

 

glimmering,

 

lustrous,

 

luminous

 

Exuberant, I offer the bowl

high, high above me,

and swirl, flinging wide and far

 

Vivid, cascading flecks

that fly as if splashed from

rainbow-dipped brushes,

 

Land in the endless 3D radiance

of my deep Being's skies,

 

find their place behind my eyes

and shine,

and shine

 

And shine forever,

ever there


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