The black-white spray
of people going by
is a sea of blur in action
against the colorful animations
of us standing in their midst.
There is a tone to this focus
a freeze-frame accomplished by
our hands held together,
while all others
seem to whirl all around us.
But there is nothing so evident
as much as for our shared inner glow.
This inner blaze
from invisible flames within
is reflected as our basking
off each other’s inner light.
It relaxes the other’s
subtle facial muscles into view.
It is also a slightly levitating
Inferno of spirits on the rise.
From it, there is a gleam
that permeates and saturates
the experience itself.
This is not intended as responses
nor as a mutuality of compliments
searching for reasoned existence.
It is stilling yet involuntary,
scorching while brightening
what appears to be
but not definable in what is.
It is searing each recognizable frame
yet effortless as for what it does
and what is there to understand.
It is shared straightforwardly open
and nothing comes of eventful note,
nothing referential abides.
It does not stall for presence.
This enfolds unto whatever appears to be.
It lays its claims as presence for the now.
It is mysteriously ungraspable
as if meaning would settle us
and guarantee its cognitive dissolution.
It is paradoxically
a shadow world of secret light,
slow dancing
just outside normal attention's reach.
Sea of blur is an applauds
of inner dimension clarity
without interruption or intervention.
All is warming without combust.
Radiance from within
is an ongoing permission given
to embrace through conscious existence
this gracious sea of blur,
from within . . .
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