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Dreams of Jhana

Thoughts travel
riding the ripples.
Pluvial pattering
innumerable
driblets fuse into
vast cyan-blue body.
Solemn reverie,
reflections by the water.
Coincidental myths?
Matter's solid illusion?
Propaganda spread
over Linear Time?
natural hidden treasures
lost in a darkened sub-region
of a mountain top Mind?

Pining amongst
heathers and lindens.
Nasal donations.
Sweet nosegays
baskets of gold
and lavender.
Sky bohemians'
organic tenements.
No leases
no mortgages
no rent to be paid
no landlords
no concept of
ownership.

Inhaling every
deep delicious breath
the airborne essence of
sugar beets
cherries
blueberries
peaches and plums.
Thanks and praise
to the soil and its
generous sentient
pillars of plenty!
Thanks and praise
to the Great Lakes'
fecund mitten and
most bountiful
open hand of
vegetation!

Bluebells sway
windward
nodding in time
striking a perfect note
a content and
soundless chime.
Echoes of imperturbable
inner peace.

Escaping from
suburban doldrums
city clamor
to this
Remote, grassy
metropolis retreat.
Comfortably observing
diverse citizenry
flying, crawling,
coexisting
hive minded, terminal
Ah to be sweet human meat
of rare individual me
has never been so satisfying!

So long Televised
Textbook comfort!
Supplemental supermarket
lifestyle
You shall not be missed!

Finding my early morn tranquility.
Free from the stop and go stop and go
clangor of consumptive swallowing.
No mad hollow earth eruptions and eructations
bellowing from the metallurgic bowels
of lethargic curbside-pickup brontosaurs.
Not hearing the insatiable devouring roar
as idle Tringali sanitation trucks gorge
on last week's bacterial refuse.

Man made curses lift!
Colors brighten!
The air more crisp!
Away from the concrete cookie cut culture!

No industrial clawing.
No chainsaws grinding
their steel puppet teeth
into the hardbit grizzled bark
of any sad shrill moaning oak.
Remembering how sad
the plaintive trill of the
newly nest-less mourning dove.
Watching those
vagrant dark eyes bathe in the backyard
dry dust
Broken wing display upon
apathetic concrete conglomerate.
No traveling teams of
BlueJean'd lawn docs.
No mercenary surgeons maneuvering
bulky bladed machinery
Faraway from the leaf-blower's breathless bray
No militant mowers
No bulimic bushwhackers
No unprovoked victimization.
Faraway from the vicious slaughtering
of ancient arbor ascetics.
Out here the green is healthy widespread
and life rich

No carbine weathered concrete.
No car-wreck back alley catacombs.
Absent are the monoxide vapors
and roaming minimum wage aromas of
burnt grease and fried oil.
Far from all those
Drunken gasoline fueled grumblings
traveling out through the bourgeoisie's bowels
the whishing traffic of
wishful clock work cruisers
wheeling down Woodward Ave.
Far from the miles and miles of smog
congested hiway histamine.
Extending my lungs filling them to the fullest!
Free from the blackdeath shadows and fumes
hovering over the old highway city skyline.
miles away from the miles and miles of manic exhaust.
No stagnant minivans
No luxury sedans
coups rigs or suvs
No towering steel/glass tombstones
looming overhead
No barren swaths of tar
burying the terra firma whatsoever.
Absent are the jagged rattlings
of tired tires trundling down
eroded frostheaved METDET sidestreets.
No sirens pursuing speed's allure
and death's dangerous hood
overturned in the distance.

How sad the old broken
down approach
same slow routine
menial trudge
sad stopping yellow eyes
of the communal Smart Bus
coming round the corner to
collect cold coffee cup change.
How tragically human
the desolate rough cough depression
halo of dust bowl deja vu mystique
surrounding anonymous bus stop angels
Transcendent eyes storing the
brine of empyrean tears
body of Eden's tragedy
Descended from a fallen
man manipulated
far off misconception of a
judgment gated heaven
Hopping the indifferent bus with hope.
He's made it! He's gonna reach the shelter
on time tonight.
Fistful of tokens in his pocket.
In his being
a hoard of gold reserve.

My open eyes
revolving doors
of perpetual
perceptual poetry
unscripted tragedy
drama and comedy
unending pastoral
stories play out before me!

Free!
Free! Free!
Sing enlightened
songbirds
trilling widespread
melodies
burgeoning in tiny hearts!
sky's vast, timeless
influence
endures and resonates
in austere vocal art!
beautiful
unpretentious music
free of preconceived
production values
Void of
elaborate adornments
Jazz spirits
feather breasted falsettos
treetop folksingers
dulcet winged vehicles of Dzogchen.

Sounds of summer gatherings
playful pinewood pattering
competitive chattering
fine furred foragers
engage in fauna acorn games
no organization
no rules, affiliation or score
everybody wins
everybody loses
good nature sportsmanship
all season 'round.

Woe to thee
oh waning natural
world!
Source of life, inspiration,
and enlightened entertainment.
Both
tester and safe haven
for Mind Body Soul.
Pure product of
mathematical and
scientific genius!
Technology is naught but
a neurotic mistress,
a self destructive
narcotic love,
a haggard shrew
when compared to you

Like a pleasant sponge
I absorb a cup of
heavenly cirrus
keeping warm under
a naked blanket of
soothing benevolent
radiant bliss.
Cold, lonesome thirst quenched!
now an empty head
spectator lost in admiration:
most vaulted and exultant
expression of love and pain!
Every breath avant garde!
Art in its highest form!
Every color in the picture
of life challenging the earthly
concepts of universal norm!

Canopy of evergreens
supine body
drifting mind
shore-side seclusion
simply sublime!

Beams of citrus light
refreshing lemon icterine
peeking through
twisted weave-work
of green grandfather leaves
Oh wistful grass!
beloved resting spot
for my weary head -
- Just another spiritual
broken soul intellectual
lost in a time-bound
search for meaning
in this maddening
modern world.
Believing in nothing -
except for my
Firm in my belief:
once fully awakened, we
can cure the cyclical
epidemic
of suffering.

I come here to regain balance.
Days are tightropes we all must walk.
I make my way across
hands open to receive every present
life presents
arms outstretched without burden
ready for death's free-fall embrace.

I suffer many hardships
like all
succumb to many temptations
like most
I wander from the path
from time to time
always feeling the force
of the internal/external
omnipresent source
keeping me from straying too far.

Like any mortal miser
I once hoarded the ruby flames
of unbridled earthly desire.
not wishing to spend eternity
a puppet spinning on samsara's wire
I have since been reformed
without being reborn and
have come to relinquish my grasp.

I have seen the full crystal
beauty of emptiness.
I meditate, share, and pray
to see human hatred fade
like morning mist by
clear bright midday.
To see all the faces of the world
lit up with diamond clarity
i study, practice and speak
the gospel of equality and non duality
hoping to see all the world shine
with golden radiance.

O what lies beyond those
thorns and impenetrable chaparrals?
Further drifts my Mind...

Flush with dreams of Jhana.

Landscape suddenly thrust
a swirling pointillist flux
colors quickly coalescing
pure impressionism!
All praise to the omnipresent
anonymous artist!

lurid subconscious fears flare
like red dwarfs in my minds eye
burning only momentarily
before collapsing in on themselves
exploding in a brilliant supernova!
Immense white light breaking the sound barrier
shattering my body, penetrating my mind
thrusting all thoughts into oblivion
floating...

Kye Ho! Kye Ho!
Away we go!
Alert mantra
wide eyed
meditation furlough!

Carried away by coral wings of imagination!

I harken to the buddhabody bells
Dakinis' blissful beats of Damaru
a mortally wounded
peace keeping soldier
shielded by indestructible
chains of inner radiance
lifted from the dollar stained
material midden battlefield

I am only a collection of eager dust particles
pure shimmering conscious energy
free to explore the universe of
material element and non material essence
alike
existing in the void of nonexistence

traveling my eyes behold myriad
tender burdened faces
faces lost in fog
faces lit up in full light
eager youthful faces
curious self-conscious faces
greedy consumptive and conflicting faces
tired sullen faces
gaunt starving faces
selfless helpful faces
stern paternal faces
joyously overwhelmed faces
hidden political faces
faces manufactured in facade factories
natural loving faces
empty innocent faces
peaceful enlightened faces
suffering faces – there are plenty
smiling faces looking down from above
every face beautiful
every face a potential Buddha

I see the golden faces
saints deities angels
ancient ageless faces
masters prophets and philosophes
the primordial face
the messianic face
faces of bodhisattvas
mystics and miracle workers

I see the reflection of life's
impermanent face and
fail to recognize my own
in its mirror of non-duality

A tourist now at home
floating through seas
of mad booming
solid material ghost towns
I walk in small circles
with the citizenry
trapped in a neon skyscraper
electric market square
I reconnect with familiar strangers
discerning cherished long
lost friendships behind the
masks of newly assumed identities
I sit in on heated sessions of
kaffeeklatsch
I silently join conversations
that have yet to begin
reminiscing the future
predicting the past
cyclical clock free
time defining discussions

a sudden, overwhelming sensory barrage
the electromagnetic spectrum visible in its entirety
stimulating jets of sub atomic particles
multiply endlessly
and extend
into...the...
far...reaches...of
: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
: : : : space: : : : : : : : : :
Floating...
…through the
: : : Nebulae: : :
electric neon ~~~~~~~~ribbons ~~~~~~~~
Glowing Orange~~~~~~~ pink~~~~~~ Yellow~~~~~~~
Lustrous Clouds of Emerald gas
stitched with gleaming Gold
*******star ******* clusters*******
adorn the royal diadem of the
seven heavenly sisters as
they bathe in ethereal lapis-lazuli pools
spiraling magnetic webs, filaments of color charged particles
a spectacular whirlpool of eruptions and explosions!
...passing through...Magellanic clouds
: : : celestial: : : ! ! ! Fireworks! ! !
volcanic reds, electric petals of pinks
unworldly blues, chimerical greens
prismatic streams of plasma
torrents of throbbing crystals
flowing in all directions
surging with endless intensity
into an infinite psychedelic ocean

My Vision
overcome by the...: : : Quasars: : : ....
Pulsating...White Hot heat
Carried away.........by the solar Winds))))))))) of
: : : An Alien Star: : : waxing
Fuchsia))))))))) Magenta))))))))) Violet
I am plasma... I am lucid …
I am home...I am lost...
yet unafraid … flowing …
… flowing … flowing...
Overcome with Love... flowing
overcome with mystery … flowing
Love for the mystery
The mystery surrounds me
It dwells deep within me
It frightens thrills
seduces and alludes me
I want it in my life
it is my life

O! to dance spryly amongst the purple shadows …
in the lime light of the quasars
but first...
I know I must live up to my end.
Shed my habitual skin
defeat my self destructive demons
then once cleansed
I must Open myself
Project my Heart unto all
For only then, empty and open,
will I be able
To see the world with All Nine Eyes
to dance
in the: : : lime light: : : of the: : : Quasars: : :
to finally be FREE!
Free to sail beyond the quasars
Free to explore the streets of the
Golden City
the city of legend.
the city of
a new awakening!

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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