Experience is us,
but beside ourselves.
We are both ourselves
and beside ourselves.
Our method called experience
is beside ourselves.
We make up
this mental equivalency
of ourselves as ourselves.
We named it self-consciousness.
It floats our souls
based on entitlement.
We have no other affirmation
in the universe
but our agreement to agree
in the insularity
of our species self-confirmation.
We are fascinated
with what we call, it.
We are captivated by all of it.
We have every it
as a separate recognizable it,
even though
we fundamentally know,
everything is connected and one.
Well, actually
upon closer inspection,
there is no it!
Nothing is separate
and there is no something
unless we look for it
to be there that way.
But this is so
by our experiential method.
We claim our consciousness
is indisputable
and so we parade
name dropping onward.
Experience as our primary method
is actually a form of oneness denial
by its very nature of function.
We pride our senses
into recognition prisons
where our senses work for results
rather than immersion.
We gave up sentience for sanity.
We commit experience
to an affect we call memory.
We are then
preoccupied in the present
with methods for the past
and orientations to the future
of our experiential consciousness.
Therefore our now is actually filled
with a vacated presence,
that is too preoccupied
and momentously, habitually so.
Now does occur
but then, we pre-fill it
instead of live it alive.
Our reality is a gloss
refining towards a sheen
as experience is the rag we use
to keep up these appearances.
Our prison is the skill
of determined observation.
We use it to keep our reality going.
But our reality
is a perceptual persuasion
and fundamental
to our isolation principles.
Without this collusion
and its constant upkeep,
a oneness of consciousness,
quite different from what we have
might arise.
We all experience fractal views,
slight slivers of aha’s
of this consciousness,
but not justified enough
to abandon
how we otherwise hold it.
For this view is seen
as only a glance in passing,
a phenomenon of spectatorship
at its best.
Yet if enough people
see enough glances
acknowledged in passing,
then a firestorm
of repressed awareness might ignite
and arise from a deeper within
than the blatancy
of current experience
can counter or interpret.
And we may transcend
rather than interpret.
We may immerse
rather than embrace.
We may channel
rather then manage.
We may manifest
rather than project.
We may abandon
these self-limiting perspectives
for the broadcast
of a oneness coming through
as in all of us
as of the one . . .
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