laying on the thickness
and the off angled rake
bury music, insect languages in the wilderness
insect symbols
the singing song of notes, dead matter feeding life
red mushroom glow in the under muffin
dig into the eye of the
lift the broken pieces of a past life on a rock in the woods
turning over leaf for fruit for root for SYMBOL

primal to cosmic
we have slowed down the whole show
so that we can find god in the particle
so that the particle could find itself in another particle
winking flint in a boneyard
insect hollow
discoveries of self and identity,
testing tradition, traveling to the wild forest
untracing time unravelling the sentence
symbolic imposition

deck is shuffled
inflating the thought of the idea
into another reality of the likeness
the inevitibility of life sneaking up on you
i don't feel lost anymore
talking me about the cactus juice and the strange fruit form the wilderness
stretched down over membrane thin
even keel sailings
exploring the electric land of repeated wanderings
and forgotten mysteries

i am all the evidence that remains
where is the record of the experience of the journey
the next thing to do is push
out into the ocean
waving bliss
eyes wide drinking in the ocean
eyes wide drinking in the ocean

shaken down to the deck
together on the program
the sky is still looming overhead
bright disconnect coldness
in star blue brilliance
drink the source
these are our symbols
blossoming beautiful orb set aflame in the sky
and Luna his reflection
through the trees
i can kiss her residual starshine
keeping it together while falling apart at the seams

we've got to do a better job of getting lost in the relativity
**** your tooth fairy
...and suddenly i know things again
anthropologists taking notes
guttural longings
catharsis trailing down
but its delusion, soft swirls to the all

the source
we have now settled into the fortress
never seems like there was time

you are the clockwork
i am the pendulum
sycophant strange
the drywall notes
chanting
return to the what was that?

the earth is the first veil
the sky is the second veil
when i was a child and i heard China was on the other side of the world
i dug a hole to get to it
i was quite young and tired out after digging 2 feet down into the hard ground.  it was a test of reality
at that age i pictured the world as small, perhaps even thin
test the depth of your world
test the confines of waking life and dive the caves of dreams
and in between

the crossroads, plunging into the milky vein in the sky
from the ******* of the goddess
the eternally blossoming
soft and hollow
plunging darkness
and sounds of the night

the moon through the tree
peeking through like a ******
shining full on naked bodies
staring back at her
the illusion of division
everywhere the center of her
smoke and bare dimness
where did the moon go
time doesn't quite stop here
but don't look past your self too far
it is here and now

the balance of fools
the boldness of orange stripes
the old lion moon rises
the flight of hawks
above clouds and thought and fear
outside the game
writing the subscript
taking the leap
the lion's head opens
sand and soul
warm smiles and beauty
i can see where the moon is going now

look around-  there's beauty on all sides
deep inside this wilderness
with savages by fireside
nocturnal mystery and the aftermath of carnal eyes
whispers and your hands in the night
these are dreams we make
this is the life we share

we are only vessels for the light
we are life celebrating life
walking in the garden of delight
we are life celebrating life

dream penetrations and ephemeral fluids
streak and stain your face and heart and mind
i can see the fantasy still lingering around
but who can say if i was really there?