October 21st 2009 - Yosemity

I just arrived back from a trip to Las Vegas, San Francisco and Yosemite National Park. I want to share this poem that I wrote on the plane ride home about my experience at Yosemite, which is one of the most amazing places I've ever been. I couldn't stop taking pictures.






Yosemity

The rain makes streams in the forest
Water running over rocks
And sliding over trunks of dead trees
And into little pools in the holes in the ground
Creating that sound that fills me with calmness
And gently transmutes all of my negativity into Love
Just meditating upon that sound brings such joy and peace
And for that I truly love the rain

The rain also feeds the river flow
Cleansing everything it passes
Making a melodious rushing sound
Showing it's art in the white water rapids, the whirpools, and in
countless little stirrings and churnings, here and there
Though your eyes are wide open, you can not catch them all
So relax and catch those that you can

The Sequoias will never die
They are more real than reality
Because they live in complete Truth
Their looming presence touches the forest with a beaming hue
Unmatched by any flower upon which I have cast my grateful eyes
A luminous, radiating orange-red that permeates the air around them
Invigorating my body beyond head to toe, with the slightest inhalation
It is so delicious, that I cannot help taking the deepest breaths of my life
Praying that some of that Grace will leave the forest with me
For I will leave, despite my Heart's protestations

Have I lived here before?
I feel mysteriously at home, in the home of the Great Sequoias, though
this body has never known this place
I have been in their midst and have been transformed by their godliness
I have been healed by their Love
And I love them truly
I am grateful for the friendship of these Eternal giants

There is Green Life emanating everywhere
Even from long dead trunks and lifeless rocks
Be it moss or lichens
Or forms existing beyond the breadth of my ignorance
I recognize this as a very pure Love form
With little distinction
Blending the symmetrical and asymmetrical attributes of art
And bleeding into the Dream through many portals of perception

I could certainly Love this Dream more
I could discover more Love or create some where I perceived none
I could leave the Lie and go to the forest
Sit amongst the Great Sequoias and cry for joy
I could stay there or decide to leave again
I could listen to the subtle trickle of the water dancing across the
rock face and into the puddle
And consent to leave my worry there
Right in that hole
So that the next time I decide to leave my home in the Lie
and visit my home in the Truth
I wouldn't be quite so burdened
Or shall I carry the portable Truth with me like a lantern I light
with the Love of the forest
And let the Lie dissolve away?

Enchanted,
Alan