Mountain Awakening V1.

Dried leaves, with beards hanging, gardens of Babylon in their selves; old age embodied in the crumbling, barely tangible physicality,

litter a trail up, up, up the side of a Buddha’s stone, cold and silent, knowing face. A face with such a gleeful, immobile Nirvana that hints at a mocking air,

crisp and delicious air that hangs on my wounded soul that now can exist with a new purpose and comfort, content.

Finally understanding Nature’s real Truth, and why it conceits itself wholeheartedly and acceptably, by its creator, found in itself.

Such a long -highway to the other, pulsating and jazz-infused, western coast-long, path to understanding this twisted yet smooth flowing Truth.

Now, steps echo within tiny, microscopic, yet full and existing individual universes that spot every point of Being on the way up, up, up.

Not one collective spiraling galaxy of a Nature’s dreams, but tiny, like Doubt’s place in eternity’s da Vinci’s masterpieces of psychedelic explosions of acidic colors,

blending, meshing, and washing themselves in a pool of a twilight-encased lake’s recess of frigid, shivering, yet vibrantly explicit Color.

Return now, the stone Buddha observes my progress, ascending it and its world of a soul, a grandiose monument to all of the infinite Life.

Watches my slow attempt to leave behind my humanity, wrapping my frail fingers around the atmospheric ideologies of this hopeful Nirvana,

free of fear, grief, and that pesky rat under the bloody butcher’s table, gnawing out holes in the ripped leather shoes, stolen to keep warm, Doubt.

Releasing the tons of an unwanted and impure civilization’s dirtiest, trashiest of trash, from my soul’s tired and beaten Being, craving nothing but the Winds,

those Winds that empower a knowing mind with the momentum to drive a tree deeper into a forest, or a river straight into the bleeding sky.

Snow-capped arches impose their glacial importance onto the radiating, cloud-driven and golden sky, providing me with an answer to all; Peace.

Time’s role proves insignificant in such Oriental airs that guide all of existence instead. Thousands of years of isolated Truth rushed around my drifting mind,

breathing and relying on the wispy promises of bodhisattvas. Eternal truth held inches from my newly awakened eyes and mind, ready.

Hundreds of labels leap to attach their parasitic, piercing, Life-depriving teeth into the skin of this fresh, newborn Universe of Thought,

but arms extend, nullifying their false meaning into a pile of kindle for my warmth through the dark that now creeps out the amethyst-stained, glowing night sky.

A miniscule pod of a heated temperature is my castle upon the grounds of Thought for this night. Tea warmed by a fire, driving meaning

into the frozen, ice-decorated tunnels of my physical, lagging body, longing for the fulfillment brought by the burning heat found in my mug, and now my azure lips.

A day’s travel’s are reflected on, and thereby travel again through the Passage’s labyrinths that again and again lead into each other’s endless trails,

those that carpet the inner workings with a soft and lulling brown Earth. Tufts of auburn soil escort my thoughts into my maze of memory.

Such is the meditation achieved sitting beside a dwindling fire, with stars and a lunar smile bearing down upon my rocking body, vibrating soulful forever vibes,

not a smile even to signify happiness, the understanding is beyond the current dimension
outside, and is entrapped, joyfully, within my lustrous new mind.

Familiar pupils open doorways in the shimmering, yet densely dark sky, and my mind at Peace takes its careful strides into what unfolds beyond.

A shaman’s chant rips open the Silence in Nothing, and whole pieces of what Was fall around a disoriented and ill-equipped Eye;

blinks closed, and now desperately searches the vast Planes for a last fleeting image of a higher Truth than was desired. The door last standing is lunged at-

and before spiritual indicators are removed, and I return to my mind in the head of a Someone, I glimpse at an orb, the Colors involved

incapable of being described by any imaginable language or Speak. Eyes enhanced before plunging, forever to hold an array of newly possible Truths.

Bounce off the now frozen ground, a small consequence for the massive gains made in the time at Peace, and in truth, up, up, up away.

Almost immediately, the physical and mental and creative and technical aspects of my Being plummet into the impossible caverns of Dream.

No longer able to sustain such revolution of Thought, the brain drugs the mind, and puts on picture shows of fantasy and of Tarot predictions,

of comfort otherwise unknown, even to such a tea-head as All. And rest is found within the velvet folds of Continuity, and with the sun, the journey again, Is.

Implosion of Dawn’s rested and bright phosphorescent lights, those eyes now white with anticipation for fresh discovery.

Boil ancient tea leaves, and brew a flavorful steam that sets a tone for the day, immediately, as if
513A.D has again come!,

and the misty mountain’s wet air purges my soul and leaves it wringing with a joy never before felt. Find myself on a mental Plane

beyond Earth, Space, and the Universe, and set my feet to travel to the mountain’s physical peak, surprised my mental one has yet to come.

Begin the second day’s ascent, pushing my sore ankles to steeper heights, hearing philosophy’s rusted voice telling of the impossibility of falling off.

A lake is approached, neared with a careful step, to not disturb this truly tranquil liquid pool of All that Is, and radiates a true Knowing of its own beauty.

The sun’s face and surrounding cloudless, like a canvas for my Hopes, Dreams, and Thought, sky, reflect in God’s mirror,

creating a new, entirely unique Universe of this image, never again to be seen in the same way, like every moment in this Life.

Galaxies spin their long, translucent webs of arms around in the façade, urging me to seek Inner Truth higher up, up, up the rocky trail ahead.

I look to the surrounding trees, searching for nothing but beauty, but find, instead, meaning to All, a definition of Existence, and of myself,

that would be an impossibility, had the Awakening meditation of the past night not occurred; grateful to that Orb of indescribable color.

My focus aims at the coniferous branches that symbolize who I am, and my infinite journey. Seeking what the Roots have to give,

but needing to wait; my place is as a twig, an insignificant crumb to be brushed off the tangled and matted dirty beard of a King unnamed

and without a face, hidden in the curls of the pubic protrudings, yet gorging meat and bread with a passion, so I must wait.

Accepting my place, I continue on the path, more often having to produce my own; chuckling at Nature’s witty methods of conquerable obstacles,

I drink in the infeasibility of what I am passing, and look ahead, at the peak’s taunting altitude, a virgin habitat for my meditated Thought.

Continue pushing my will, finally truly awakened, up, up, up. Open the aqueducts to release thought as it occurs in this new land.

Finally understanding the insignificance of humankind, the tiny-ness and inabilities of this perfect race! They destroy the world, which is

privileged so graciously by Nature and its grandness and true ability. And outer space? Nature-less wasteland in

the voids of God's playground. Nothing but Emptiness within and throughout itself. Explore and travel, and leave the Nothing to the Nothing.

Don’t become a nihilist throughout all this, however; a wasted life emerges from that shell. Think.

Carry yourself with an understanding as to your mind’s place in All. Accept what is Nothing, think it over, and Live!

Finally, within arm’s reach of this Napoleonic goal, to conquer All, rising above levels of a depressed mind, and finding Inner Self throughout beautiful Life.

Cold overtakes almost all processes, a feeling like climbing into an iron maiden is felt in the bones, crushing my will to even continue,

turning back seeming like a logical choice, an easier way. I had learned much, and meditated into a higher Plane of understanding. That’s enough, I thought.

But one glance at the top, and faith is restored, and feel the on-looking Eyes guiding my legs up, up, up, a force unknown to me awaiting my divine Understanding.

It rushes through my head. Rushes through my mind. Rushes through my knowledge of Everything. Life through these Eyes is forever changed.

Winds up, up, up there guide my soul to a plateau of churning clouds of reddened violet wisps, their Being hurtling my mind into an abyss of exploding Everything.

Nearly sliding my way back down, and resting like a tranquilized bear, I come down without truly realizing just yet what had transpired.

Time now again takes a hold, its murky and slimy self imprinted onto All. But the All I see is altered. New. Beautiful.

Never to forget the spiritual Awakening that I experienced on my soar into the skies of Truth, Understanding, and Life;

on the way up, up, up.