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Monday, March 18, 2024

what if is what if


what if emotionality 

is essentially not dispositional 

in human nature? 

what if the essence of emotionality 

does not exist in a time measured way? 

what if emotionality is 

a vibrational holographic medium? 

and all of experience is the prejudice 

of mental-equivalency interpretations. 

we are ever ongoing 

to get this physical reality under wraps. 

the emotional intelligence sense, 

is our most efficient medium,

when searching for 

beyond a meaningful life.

no more the posing 

to be in the understand,

to be in this timelessly posing 

with no more of a self 

in receptions' needs, 

no more the want 

of audience perspective, 

no more of comprehension 

as if subtle thoughtful deeds, 

no more of active listening 

as if retention is just rewards. 

to be of an isness 

that words may never touch 

and that the mind may never gather in

as blossoms of thought, 

to be of a registry 

that has no deceit as mindfulness,

no place of residence 

that is not in the now,

rather than the exaggeration we live

as the now, 

as if leaving the growth from a language base

and fully departed 

from the capacity of verbiage to actually serve.

for comprehension is such a deceitful task,

yet selfdom wholly approves

of images and likeness adventures,

as persuasion offered. 

for experience is the most effortless 

of human addictions.

know is an antiquated obsolesce 

yet thriving on awareness.

imagine living beyond 

the meaningfulness 

of comprehension's confinement,

beyond meaning's patchwork 

of significance as existence.

know is mindful dander 

that awareness scratches 

as ongoing existence.

for us to be of a leap 

that leaves this chrysalis stage 

for the sensory of deep emptiness,

where oneness applies 

in its discernment as isness.

if what I am saying 

does not give you a sense of permission, 

beyond discernment ,

then timing is,

as for the knowing sense of it,

is just a metaphor 

of ongoing recital . . .