Into The Mists

I'm in the first boat peering above the raging rapids of the Tuolumne River in California.

Into The Mists

3/28/11

Peering destined future

from old mindset

is ego game,

distorted robes, personas

rise to challenge

threat of domination

and subservience to

a greater calling

that 'Soul' hears,

the real 'master'

willing to risk

what once was

for adventure into

unexplored virgin territory

beyond past conceptualization,

catching glimpses of

guiding shore fires

while stealthily paddling

river into 'Unknown'

nearly blind journey

where surrealistic images

explode into consciousness,

seared by lightning,

shooting star insights,

illuminating mysterious voyage

into the mists.

Unveiled

Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk with veil of Sunday morning fog in October.

Unveiled

10/1/09

Without measured expectation

life can show up,

perform in surprising ways,

give us new information

through curiosity and questions,

or offers, devoid of inquiry,

like scenes in a movie

where nothing is wasted,

every conversation perfectly in place,

while carrying a foreboding

linked to what will come

 because of past connection,

years of friendship through sports,

business, or extended relations

that give plenty of opportunity

to surmise a person's character

get a feel for their integrity

as to trustworthiness and more,

which makes for percolation of ideas

thoughts rubbing along side possibility

sparking miracle blaze of potential,

whereupon comes a sudden revelation

with no real advanced pre-condition,

then synchronicity and serendipity unite,

find themselves pulling the cord

in concert with lights, camera,

aimed at next act unveiled on stage.

In my 'medicine wheel'. 

(photo by Art Durand Photography)

Altered States

3/22/09

This body, it's ganglia of impulses

is so easily effected by us,

not only by food consumed

liquids, vitamins, supplements,

but exercise, our social activities

friends and family we converse with

plus special intimate love connections,

there is animal companion influence,

our environment, urban or rural,

including inner landscape as individual

innate interests naturally drawn to,

what brings joy without question

or disdain from vibrational mismatch,

no doubt our thoughts are potent,

spurring emotions, activating adrenals,

sweeping us high, laying us low

often on roller coaster out of control,

add substance use, or abuse to the mix

and humans can become volatile cocktail

messing with one's chemical makeup

to discover temporary formula for peace,

happiness, love of self and this world,

while our 'soul', the 'spiritual witness',

observes this theater of the absurd,

guiding and encouraging us toward balance,

instilling life, as ceremony, into altered states.