Shadow Blind Vision

This is Rainbow Warrior poetry extrapolated from the Tao Te Ching and based on childish potty mouth nursery rhymes.

Shadow Blind Vision

Shadows linger, of what no longer exists,

Still testifying, to what's disappeared,

Without a name, remains unchanged,

Caressing silence, betwixt the notes,

What can't exist yet somehow does.

Sparkling light still fills my vision.

Silent fireworks behind my eyelids!

Going off endlessly as if a holiday!

Illuminating shadows in my mind.

Reveling in ceaseless wonderment!

Yet, long after, having sealed them.

Unaware of what might arise next!

Unaware, that I'm totally clueless!

Unaware, if that means something!

Unaware of what's coming to pass!

Bereft of any intention or direction!

Thoughts, meandering like a breeze,

Dispersing river of tears lost at sea,

Dispersing storms vanish in a haze!

Diaspora, of lilting singsong voices!

Vaguest hint, of memory simmering!

Beneath whatever has any meaning.

Beneath, any threshold of sensation!

Beneath, any and all comprehension!

Beneath, raggedy edges of awareness!

Yet surprising me, with blind visions!

Of panoramas only the blind may see!

Of awareness beyond any imagination,

Of sensations beyond words to describe,

Of silent melodies, that cannot grow old!

Of deafening silence, awakening the dead!

Of blinding shadow, deafening the silence.

Of poems recited without uttering a word!

Of dances performed without ever moving!

Languidly flowing rivers of only shadows!

Invisible presences, lurking in dark depths!

Quietest silence, that envelope white noise.

Slumbering dormant forms, on tranquil fog!

Dancing specters, still haunting themselves.

Our waters of life, come alive in themselves.

Unbound horizons, still lost in the distance!

Specters in a stupor awaken to their dreams!

Bereft any sort of substance, yet meandering!

Beyond all of which, has remained unknown!

Bereft any known meaning or actual purpose!

Beyond whatever science, could still discover!

Beyond known properties, of mass and energy.

Beyond the most exalted sublime metaphysics!

If a tree falls in the forest, and nobody hears it!

The deaf can still hear that which is important;

While the blind can see the warmth of the light.

The most overwhelmed may yet still be touched!

The most unconscious may all still be awakened.

The dead can still see the warmth of setting suns!

The lame would still walk, the road less traveled!

Silently lingering between any notes of our music,

Silently lingering, in the empty spaces in my mind!

Sheer poetry in motion all of our multiverse shares!

Dancing invisible moonbeams yet rapture the blind,

Silent melodies playing only for the ears of the deaf!

Shadows remaining the leftover memory of the light.

Shadows abiding the passage of any and all eternity.

Shadows granting each of us everything and nothing!

Shadows all surrender to the one Truth that all share!

Shadows never putting up, any kind of real resistance!

Shadows the memory we can see in complete darkness!

The forgotten memory of what none ever really knows!

The memory invisibly pointing our way into the light!

Bubbling babbling brook, yet fans the eternal flames!

Dancing, to the haunting melody between the notes!

Eternally blooming hot springs igniting the flames,

Kindling all awareness, creation, and destruction!

Unchained silent laughter, lilting in the distance!

Wherever ephemeral properties, of lowly matter!

Wherever memories of past, present, and future!

Coalesce inside the present moment of infinity,

Time abides acquiescent savoring the moment.

Assured nothing will happen until its return,

Becoming vague, inside relativistic horizons,

Suspended in midair, as a leaf on the wind!

Calmly awaiting the desire for any change.

Patiently attentive, to our slightest desire,

Stupendous dreamscape metamorphosing!

The swan may become the Ugly Duckling.

Arising from the water into the sunlight,

Shadow blind vision following the light;

Sometimes, conflated with second sight!

Sometimes confused, with mere dreams!

Sometimes confused with our darkness,

Sometimes conflated with all madness!

Confusing what occurs with memories,

Our memories with what remains live,

Whether what is occurring is memory,

Or happening right this very moment.

Beyond the past awaiting the future!

Upside down inside out and twisted,

Just depends on exactly who you ask,

Inside Einstein's relativistic universe.

Within the void of my own ignorance,

Lost forever within a memory of God!

Somewhere over the far flung rainbow,

Mama's voice irresistibly imploring me,

For more of my blind visionary artwork!

Imagination beyond that of mere mortals,

Instincts all arousing the swan within me;

Insights into that which remains undreamt.

Imploring me to make her look all beautiful!

Innocently giggling from beneath her blanket!

Inspiring me she squirms laughing delightfully.

Inviting me in yet again, to come play with her!

I remind her if she wants, we may make another!

For behind an open door there lies a million more...

Clarice lay down your mind, its there just hard to find,

Follow me... as we wind our way...... away...

Time is coming soon... I'll find you...

(America)