dancing with the Incas in their ancient worship of the holy
snow-capped Andes
floating off towards untouchable blue Tibetan peaks with
chanting Buddhist monks
surfing with the seals in the rich smelling foamy waves
there in a far-off NorCal paradise
pollinating lovely infrared flower patterns with the other
bees on my honey-making job
spending time in the New Stone Age, crafting tools and
fighting cave bears
orbiting our earth at the very limit of the exosphere,
taking in all her colors
roiling with a strong clean river, smelling the big
migrating salmon flashing all around me
getting covered with red desert sandstone dust in all its
finely-ground Anasazi grace
peeping out with tiny montane tundra flowers after 8 months
beneath deep snow
speeding with the suns reflection across the cup of a huge,
cleanly breaking swell
pausing beneath the midnight sun to watch the rivers running
to the north
taking in the winter light from a panoramic southern
exposure, far from any road
pushing across the bluest sky with the puffy clouds on that
perfect day in May
Hunting with the dolphins, co-operating with the bluefins,
feeding on the
life force
Losing my pre-conceptions as I drop their illusions and tear
up my prescriptions
Circulating with the oceanic currents, from the surface to
the bottom, all around the globe
Slaloming the methane powder mountains all alone, on the
active moons of Saturn
Savoring fresh Indian ocean sushi with the great whites off
the coast of South Africa
crossing the Bering Strait with mammoths, admiring vast
herds of ice age mega-fauna
fattening with the giant brown bears as my coat grows thick
and glossy
watching the first spring sunrise with the emperors on
Antarctica’s frozen coast
dining on tons of krill strained through my baleen right
alongside the great blue whales
gleaming in the dancing rainbows off the shimmering green
cliffs of the Hawaiian coast
sighing with the ponderosa pines as we hear another gust of
autumn wind approaching
waiting on the tide for dinner as the rain tinkles above us
on the Inside Passage
riding on the chords of good music to a place so far above,
where I can only try to stay
watching the sled dogs pull our family away from my final
place, alone upon an ice floe
raking that impeccable garden for an eternal moment in a
quiet Zen sanctuary
searching blue canyonland shadows with the eyes of a Navajo
medicine man
painting spirit creatures on the walls of our ceremonial
cave in ancient Spain
meditating with the Buddha beneath the great tree of life,
pondering the river’s gentle whispers
gazing up from sunlit coral gardens through the warm waters
of our mother ocean
searching for more reassuring sign of the totem that guides
me all the days of my life
crying out with the hawks far above by the cliffs where the
sunset still radiates
howling with the wolfpack at 30 below beneath the aurora
borealis, feeling our mortality
seeking that ancient understanding pulsing so close beneath
the thin skin of things
