Awakening

Awakening

The inner I looks out, disinterested.
It is the same, the spirit realm in color—
a reality that I may know, no more
than those sweet mists of silence I adore...
keeping them intangible and rare,
yet absolutely there with each successive breath.

I am illusion, yes, incapable
of charting that which even brain
may not define. Yet I may be aware,
may listen, watch and share,
then store it all somewhere
that I may find within a mind
that somehow manages
to flout the blood, the ganglia,
the whirling cells
within this transient body—
fly awayto some transcendent realm
and play among the stars...and for how long?
The spiritwill not say
.
And here am I,
a hopeless little galaxy
with unknown tricks awaiting me
somewhere inside myself,
the peril and salvation my own laughter
at my infant consciousness,
my chunk of the divine
that whirls with all the rest
quite lost though quite deliciously
bemused.

Awake? Enlightened? I?
Join hands with me
in search of just ourselves. I sense
that it's the only choice that we can make
with all that mystery.
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