VERSE • battery to berkeley • 2009.01.31
Good Morning Sunshine
one dew drop
slowly rolls down a great leaf
touching the next droplet, effortlessly one-becoming it
to whisk down the veined valley of the plant's dream-lined surface
collecting a freckled pattern of dew drops along it's pathway-
the edge of the leaf rushes in,
cuts with the sky,
releasing it to the air of the crisp dawn.
free falling from crystal leaves
this shining dew droplet refracts a blue glowing horizon
splashing directly onto the third eye of
a golden pheasant
streamlined tail-feathers dancing in morning moonlight
passing beneath the silhouette of a time weathered tree
sailing to the sound of frogs
croaking poems to the rising sun.
in the claws of this winged dragon,
third-eye moistened by clear dew,
a love note to god
neatly rolled up and tied with red string
enjoys the vast refreshing view
of wing's flight through space.
sparkling reflections of the breaking rays
glimmer from each droplet on each leaf on each tree
tickling the hills rolling
gliding with calm haste
through this jungle of humbling grace
our dreamweaving pheasant
comes upon the earth-styled dream-chamber
of an anahata sound
singing to the spirits
and tickling the air
with her very presence
as she awakens from a deep night's rest
to catch the virgin daybreak.
right as the goddess of this land
gazes out her wide open window
opening to what perceptions the day may reveal,
red wrapped and rolled
lands in her hands
off the edge of the wind.
a calm wink...
a distant caw...
then without a moment's hesitation
the note opens itself
tenderly with both hands
silently suspended in the loving mystery
of what it could say.
within the folds
of the rolled note
catches the light of her own eyes
the very image