dreamverse 4

in my dragonfly november field

wings of my overturning earth

anatomy of my lessening trees

mind of my cloud non-existent sky

embracing spacetime with my empty space

sweetly dissolving in my universe

aware i am all of this being aware

there’s nothing but my full awareness

dreamverse 3

walking on the clear november path,

pines in the north, snow in shadows,

trees with little leaves arising

through this intuition we are one

in self-reflection there is nothing

but this open meadow in the sun

of pathless wordless pure awareness.

dreamverse 2 - deconstructive

sayonara socrates

in namaste pajamas

salivating deconstructive

photosynthesis

of rice and then

dreamverse 1 - singing

o glorious illusion
late september
sapphire river

flowing through
the jade-inspired
mystery

of everything
i am to thee
my sun is singing