An Exploration of Spiritually Awakened Experiences and Feelings
A 14-stanza tanka series
Treks through the desert From wastelands to oases Which were mirages? Our tree-lined watering hole A spring I have imagined
Imagined yet real I have been there many times God, Guides, Sitara Rode tesseract home with Ane While my feet never left Earth
Terra bound am I While oft am on an island Shipwrecked and alone On this nonconformist shoal In Sea of Humanity
Hesse’s Cain’s mark me I do belong to a tribe Fellow wanderers Navigating sands of time From one lifecycle to next
Proceed cross Sinai Like the 12 tribes of Israel Into which Greg born After lives of all colors Like leaves floating off the trees
Not a white feather This reluctant messiah Brown leaves falling ‘round Symbolizing all our lives We have so much yet to learn
For more master class Soul amnesiacs again Greg oft thinks no thanks Likely though we won’t pass up Chance of sex with Heavenmate
Soldier on we will From halls of Montezuma Shores of Tripoli Proud member of Jedi Knights Choosing Light over Darkness
Yin Yang Universe Thrives on balancing forces Dark and light matter Existence requiring both Souls must play all of the roles
Internal desert Angels and demons reside Want to slay latter How shall I finally purge Convinced psychonaut must launch
Psilocybin path? Travel desert between worlds Who will guide me home? I know that I am still lost Who shall light yellow brick road?
Flying monkies scared This tortured five-year-old boy Many suggest shrooms Alice’s Carroll among them Yet hear Mother Aya’s call
Not scared to destroy Phoenix shall rise from ashes So burn it to ground From remaining foundation Sphinx builds our tower of strength
Sandstorm I’ll emerge Ironclad ship full of gold Not Sahara wrecked Enjoy life on white sand beach Under the sun, moon and stars
Originally published November 5, 2021, titled and subtitled Navigating the Desert of the Space-Time Continuum, A tanka series of my highest powers as sextants guiding me through the dark nights of my soul.
Thank you for reading the longest poem I had [then] ever crafted [(it’s still the second longest)]. My usual modis operandi is to provide a companion essay for this poem of personal, literary and movie references. … In addition to your interpretations and or resonances without the benefit of my decoder ring, I am interested in hearing from your comments which of the non-personal references you recognize, and from those of you familar with my personal [story], whether you can connect the dots to the circumstances of my life that I have openly discussed.
Two years ago, a few commenters mentioned the Wizard of Oz references but that was all. I look forward to what my current readers come up with.
In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,