Finding the feeling behind experience.
Not the experience itself
but the feeling behind experiencing.
Not the sensate, brought into frame,
not the topic, rendered into focus,
not the high notes or the tent poles,
but that part of you
without the intimacy of images
or flashing on the inner screen,
yet given to the experiential embrace.
That part, in readiness receiving,
that which is always there,
pre, present and post,
that part that would imbibe surreal,
labor the mundane,
and also be party to stillness.
Undressed from particulars.
No initiation towards commentary,
not even the prep for naming.
That which fluidly resides unto itself,
does not even take to your name
nor your current identity for means.
Does not have speech into utterance.
Works the backside of presence pronounced.
Needs no sanctioning.
The wonder, without being well defined.
That, that feeling behind experience.
How fine, defined and refined is that?
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