2009-09-24 mossy rock love poem

I need to be transported to a new world where we can wake up next to each other in the mossy green comfort of a tribal temple, glowing with the mystical radiance of 3000 years worth of ghosts, waiting, lurking the forest for something explaining their meaningless, overplayed lifetimes. with an orange yellow sunlight peering through the hazy blue green misty morning woodsy air, the birds chirping as we simultaneously are awoken from our intertwined state of unconscious subconscious drifting, the birds lazily chirping their morning song, as we lie on the mossy green temple entrance, looking up upon a canopy of leaves and shadows, coming back to the dream within a dream, awoken peacefully without a stir, only the sound of you breathing on my beating, slowly rising ribcage, my chest cavity nonreluctantly supporting the weight of your head. as we float on the rock, our body masses sinking into the damp moss, leaving a human fingerprint, a ghost disappearing with his brain love chemical creation of past experiences combined with a pinch of unconscious otherrealmly exploration…

but we sit there, a two-human figure, intertwined bone to bone, skin to skin, your mental mindset created from a culmination of past experiences of you, in a creek trying to find our sentimental relic, in a dusty dead classroom of 14 year old skeletons, us together ablaze with life and passion and naivety. looking into each other for a brief moment as our insecurities slowly settle, gold and silver flecks around us falling like silent dust to the concrete floor, as we gaze into each other's souls for a brief second, finding complete tranquility in the bonding of two incomplete humans, seeing past, present, and future as one single moment…

the silvergold dust settling, forming into a pure sphere of interlaced complexity, completeness, and infinite unity, just for a brief second, until the insecurities of the world mute the gold silver flecks, the divine dust of freefloating human interconnectedness, a dirty glass of water with metal particles allowing the electricity of love and life to complete a circuit, ad infinitum, the infinite feedback loop of love, of completeness, of non-singular human existence. the pulsating intertwined rhythm of infinite humanity combined with the droning harmonious melody of everlasting infinite true love… as we sit on that aztec temple, the mossy sacrifice stone, the stone that tasted the blood of a thousand human hearts, pulsating out red and white blood cells, the soul of this human carcass falling through the floor, through the decomposed soil of human history, down to the hell of it's warrior brothers.

we sit on the rock, our souls stirring with the morning air, the scent of fresh pine creeps into our unihumanbody's nostrils. we move our neck muscles, looking around at the light creeping through the overgrowth, the canopy of greenery providing our lazy shelter, the slightly shady misty morning mountain air flowing in our nostrils, telling us more than any book, than any movie or magazine, a chemical released by the army of pine trees guarding the true bliss of life from humankind.

we slept under a blanket of stars, a quilt of the cosmos, wrapping our internal subconscious journey with a fresh coating of the unfathomable. our mind journey a single moment of uniting, of universal understanding and tranquility and nirvana. exploring and knowing the whole universe and nothing simultaneously.

good morning my dear one. let us silently walk barefoot through the foothills. let us feel the morning transcend into the depths of our soul. let us die in these woods that bore us, along with three thousand years of simultaneous souls.