Infinite in all respects lay the mind,
as a vastly unexplored frontier of dreams for dreamers,
whose reality is produced by complete electro-chemical order.
How can we not salivate in dumb-struck wonder
within its rushing, nightless, dayless symmetry?
For it all stretches into eternity with microscopic ease;
all of it in the billions, billions, innumerable and inconceivable,
in full cosmologic stride.
Only barely are these things grasped in shaken awe,
in confounding wonder, in the realization of Self, realizing Self.
We sense it all unfold, expand, & spiral deep and deeper
into unknowing oceans of which we have little clues;
all flowing into but the thinnest streams of total awareness,
into but trickles of external action.
And what dictates my course of action?
What is it that shades those deepest extremes of my heart?
Perhaps it is that which tempts & withholds the impulse of a fist,
a knife in a stranger's hand, a club at the side of our closest brother,
or a joker on the avenue of Sin in Paradise.
These gross calculations of void and non-void,
of knowledge and mystery,
distinguishes where our true freedom lies,
removed of smoke, unhindered.
This eternal canyon stretches down well into oblivion.
We feel the undeniable urge to jump,
just as we feel the intention to contentedly sit.
Freedom as it lies, squelches in a hot burn
between those thin red lines of Will;
Where we struggle restless through the years
in a high summer fever, heat-bed rage.
Thus is the pain of our life as we Will it,
coiled within the depths of bottomless brains.
It is true that nothing blinds soul in its totality
except thine own eyes.
They are like daggers, sharp, and looking for suspects,
to de-construct, and analyze
beyond any comprehension, or awareness.
The hairs on my head are severed suddenly from its follicles,
as I grope and fondle the vastness of Mind, untied of all ties.
But here we are, as dreamers of the one dream, totally lost
amidst an overwhelming ocean of conscious units swarming
in the billions and billions, in the innumerable and inconceivable.
All of it merely floats harmless as a dust mode.
We are sunken on a tiny, blue ship in an infinite sea of space & time,
where the sun-split dawn exists as but one moment
forever in uniformity, and in all ways.
And I ask,
why should we not all be inspired
to a sudden, incredible speechlessness,
within this one moment, forever in uniformity, and in always?