If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.

For both a ride on me,
ageless against you,
and the age of the suns,
I’ll be thousands of fallin’ underneath my mind,
startled by the springs of enlightenment,
and the cards are in play
but too grandiose for my design.

Involved in the history,
I’m not chuckin’ wood,
but let’s face it I’m this little man in a little play.
Now look,
even in my beach job parking lot
the herald of swift event
patterned life.
I saw the nuances of things to come,
and I was a bearer there.

You can’t grasp this in your hand.
I held the Earth
in impossible lilies.
I knew it was a steamboat.
I handled it carefully
every damn day.
Can you imagine sleep without it?
It held me at night,
working on its intricacies.

I saw the world comin’.
It held my gasping hand in its own.
It was a birthday kiss.
It was a holocaust of things known.
I did not put all my rocks there.
I had bigger plans than Earth.

Can you starry enlightenment?
It will do you away.
You’re not there seein’ it.
You’ve disappeared,
standin’ right there in the middle of it,
and you’ve gone father than the world.

I know this land.
I can’t describe it to you.
It’s taken the world away
in perfect seeing.
I am not sure of its moorings.
My times there have been brief,
but you hear it in my gifted speech.

A whole field’s to play,
famous hotel,
unknown to the world.
Can you imagine seeing the impossible,
a world where none is,
sights and sounds that not be,
thoughts where none be?
A whole world arise from the Void
where nonexistence is.
What arises now?

I don’t know if I’m worth this.
I don’t know if it’ll come,
the springboards of the Earth
a seer’s grasp,
the passive in God’s hands,
the no-self of enlightenment,
the end of suffering for individual man.

The floodgates are open
for this puny start,
a beach bellhop boy
liberals through the strong right-wing
the doors of enlightenment,
contentment and peace,
where the wild things are.
I carry that trailer.
I tarry there.

It’s worth it,
no firecrackers in the belly.
Wish you that payment.
I started looking at shiny objects.
I realized there was a behind the behind
in every word that’s true,
when you touch base with reality.

I wanted a bridge.
The vehicles of enlightenment
silence the world,
engineer reality
to make the grand crossing.
Uh-Huh, there’s a reality there
enlightenment leads to,
the nature of reality,
where we come from.

And you think you’ve stalled on enlightenment?
There’s a beyond.
It studies the world for you.
It’s its master design.
The roads ever get deep.
Another universe holds this one in ours,
and we go on from there.

The All-Encompassing All-At-Once
is the study of the game,
and we’re on flat level Earth,
the first rising structure
to pick up This land.
How can I get this across?

No sight can show you it.
No mode of thought gets there.
You can sit in the All-At-Once of the sun
to use a metaphor,
and there you can see the dynamics
swiftly over your head
in a secret passage to our Source.

Now bring enlightenment into the picture.
It’s stills the world for you
to get to the other side
into the reality beyond the universe,
into the reality that made us.

Glory in the spoken word of poetry.
One bad dream
is this universe to cross.
Right this minute,
can you get the sense of creation?
Can you see it larger than the book?

We went past it.
What happened?
We got services
hello Cape Canaveral.
One accident,
it’s gonna be close.
Till Hunter gets back
we don’t leave reality to the fishes.
We get out of these beach suits,
the mere survival looking for enjoyment,
the group mind.
I’ll be right back.
And it was a hunter for spiritual dawns.

Can you see that out of the routine?
Bonanza,
we’ve established this fact on earth again.
The pilot’s license,
where we start.
Oh my God my head on my shoulders,
this is like the bus you know.