Beyond duality allows you:
to fish in rain clouds
and truly savor no catch
as a memory
that never comes.
to handle yourself
as the paint brush masterfully
while living in the contact
of canvass to paint,
of color through self,
of motion
as going about
in secretion whispers,
with viscosity, expressing soul.
to have a stiff breeze
yelling, though muffled,
through the weave
of your clothes
at the bones of you,
standing upward and facing
and yet be sensorial
in trumping that current
with the warmth of your being,
calmly pouring out of you,
buoyantly dancing
the breeze as hearsay,
strummed melodiously
while passing.
to be where you are
as a series of flashcards
that your mind will
flippantly take home,
to bring you into play,
to amuse you,
when you are back
once again,
relaxing in time.
Beyond duality is:
where all is frequency,
intimacy is locality,
sense environments
are lower vibrational rates,
where each one of us
is a gipsy orchestra playing,
where travel is
only expansion enterprise
and identification
is polite enslavement,
where nominality
is excess decals
on surplus baggage
and time is an antiquation,
posing as a sergeant of arms
in your coherency commune.
Beyond duality,
speech is wind across
the wing of tongue.
Yet movement is the voice
as all things are a capelle
in the quantum oneness song . . .
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