What I really want . . .

What I really want

is for experience

to be completely over

as a directive.

What I really want

is an end or the end

of the insult of separateness.

What I really want

is for time to be

just an ambience

of minor presence

and nothing more.

What I really want

is for a collective mind

without nominality’s

intrusive farce.

What I really want

is all my awareness systems

to go for the theta show

before the beta say.

What I really want

is humility

as the frame of entry

for my every next thought.

What I really want

is for “wanting”

to solve its own riddle

and not have a life

through me.

What I really want

is I want trust to be

the only invitation

that love needs

as permission to flow.

What I really want

is to eat paradoxes,

chew focus,

and swallow light.