The nature of sensitivity * 9/5/12

Sensitivity, as a skill set,

is refinement in and as

notice permits.

It is a serenity procession

of impactful observations

towards or from immersions

that yield delving pathways

of deeper inquiries ever unfolding.

Sensitivity is that troublesome yield

of identifications

when, as a fix or fixture,

it becomes recognition as closure.

Sensitivity, in that intention,

works for detection as results

as a statement of results

and pays a heavy weighted price

of personal responsibility

for these discoveries

as eventual held positions.

Sensitivity is a process

that is a rich journey

of wonderment exposed

and expansion embraced.

It is, by its very nature,

as almost a creative pastime.

But sensitivity grazing

for consequences or affects

is a linkage of bindings.

Sensitivity, as its essence,

was not to work

towards conclusions as judgments.

Sensitivity was to

expand the embrace,

to see with a clearer light,

a deeper esthetic or ethic,

to appreciation in awe for the magic.

Sensitivity was to be

a gifting guided peruse,

a wisdom foretelling enhancement,

a deeper breath of subtle exhilaration

and not the brutality of details

furthering the compression

or the bind.

For it is not the sensitivity

that is the source of disablement.

It is what is done

to and with sensitivity

and for whom within

sensitivity comes to serve.

And if sensitivity is the servant

of an indulgent mind,

or the harvester of potential alarm,

or the bearer of sorted details,

or the grimace of expectations,

or the harbinger of results,

then sensitivity, as a hired hand,

is not working for

or from a greater cause.

Sensitivity was always more than

logic can discipline.

Sensitivity, requires a deep carriage

of self love to perceive and ponder

the illusive and the illustrious

without the need

for the resolve of certitude.

Sensitivity is to be the living waters

and not to produce

a bottled commodity.

That bottled-ness

as captured and contained

makes sensitivity as a slave

to an ignoble cause.

Sensitivity as a snitch or a mole

is starving the soul.

Sensitivity is to sense

the light coming through

and not each barrier’s refrain.

Sensitivity is tonal

before the meaning of words.

Sensitivity is child-swept

before adulthood to weep.

Sensitivity is

the expressive self-love

as it features

permission and engagement.

Sensitivity is everyone’s path

towards the living wisdom,

as enfoldment,

as embodiment,

coming from within

to embrace as

a conscious oneness means . . .