One with everything,
forever and ever, and always,
is that it?
to answer that question:
if you left language,
as if it were litter dust
from the use of a concept
linearly called out in time,
if in your brain
you no more laid down tracks
to cope with this pervasive technique
called understanding,
if from the impact
of the hobby of experience
consummately repeated 24/7
over many years
yet not overwhelmed by it,
your consciousness
was not something you came to
but came through you,
so much so,
that this riddle of self-consciousness,
as a traumatic state of ongoing-ness
was no more the koan of being,
then, upon arising
from the wastelands of commonality,
from the refuse of comprehension,
from the sensory idolatry of definitiveness,
oneness could be claimed.
Yet that very act of itself,
the claiming of oneness
would be an expositional denial
in contrast and conflict
to its very existence.
For there is no audience,
no means of awareness
that is not totally dedicated
and immersed in the oneness
as dance.
For from within the dance itself,
there is no poignancy
to a self aggrandizing method
that portrays as a reference
outside of the ongoing of now.
There is no embrace
that is not but complete surrender
into and of the whole.
There is no extracted method
called claim, in service.
There is no time to forever.
Language is a life jacket
not a savior in and of source.
All cells know of all matter.
Beyond our sensory dwell,
in the depth of prominence of antimatter
there is a now
without observation, tending, or deeds.
Oneness, as a word,
belies a mite of a concept
that lives on and in the human brain.
It is its own courageous breath
to leap out of the being
and the self (as) consciousness,
to be by no means of know-ability,
all of everywhere coalescing,
with no existence
of commingling with all things.
As with nothing,
everything is also undifferentiated
and dynamically so
without forward, future, impress,
or conclusion as the seat or source
of consciousness as existence . . .
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