Self-consciousness,
steps into awareness,
through threshold,
as a chokehold, with no return.
Initially it is a foreign land,
producing impact and affect,
becoming mental retention
as prominence’s preoccupation.
This schism,
between self and consciousness
inflates with every senses’ input
keyed on comparative distinction.
Experience itself is
a posttraumatic stress syndrome
we have all come to live in,
away from our collective oneness.
Just as we view the light spectrum,
with limited expanse,
so also do we imbibe
the experiential continuum
with limited accessible range.
Look at what we do.
We claim land as if we conquered.
We conjure truth
as if it has prominence.
We falsify frame to proceed as self.
We language to spite empathy.
We mind-dominate as center stage.
We view with esthetic privilege
to satisfy a sense of witness means.
Named everything in reverence to us.
We convened as a science,
only to encounter ourselves
as the hidden agenda.
We made matter a short cut
to living in the enormity as truth.
We invented symbology, yet
authenticity has no substitutes.
The tea ceremony is not symbolic!
Hula is deepening heart expressing.
A true exhibitionist has no audience.
A wild animal in shock,
is in honesty with the now.
Enlightenment is self, consciousness,
without distractions or dismay.
If anyone transcends experience,
there is no coming back to tell.
And no one becomes enlightened,
just to experience it . . .
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