I look through the forehead
to my inner sky.
It is the way I would look
to be awake in my dreams.
It is with a quality of sated vacancy
that ends precipitously in alignment.
It is a kind of synesthesia
engaging a seventh sense.
Being attentive has a quality presence
of being up lifted.
It is truly an environment
of an inner ‘here’.
It is there
that I am not given meaning
but more so, nuance mentality.
It is where interconnectedness is
the collective prayer of motion.
There, there is no residence
of particulars that create worth.
The awe-ness of motion
is the ripe sacredness of focus.
There is no edge
of curiosity as invitation,
just realized immersion.
It is the conscious activation
of the muscle memory of oneness.
Higher octaves have
no frame break reality,
no compulsion for still shots,
no linearity as common sense.
There is no redo,
no depiction, no equivalency.
Memory, as retention, has no voice.
You are not within yourself
where something comes to mind.
There is no time spent on experience
as a reflective state.
‘Current’ has no need for language
or the time lapse necessary for meaning.
Surprisingly breath is the magic carpet
of supportive continuance.
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