With enlightenment 10/19/14

With enlightenment,

all of the universe passes through you

and nothing is personal, no, no thing is.

But that fill of emptiness is still vastly personal.

Every thing else, every thing of thing-y-ness

is not personal any more.

There is no more the camouflage of entitlement

or the interface wardrobe of objectivity.

You are not here or there

with any sense of exclusivity.

There are no parts to you with any sensory notion

or retentive mind guarantee.

Referential is all imminently historical.

With enlightenment,

there are knocks at the door,

there are sights at the window,

and there is touch from the floor,

none of which experientially entertains

as a residence of you.

These words, where they have surface

as a meaningful stream,

only come to wash you away

from where you have had a residence of self.

Your present consciousness may discover

that where you have mass,

it multi-dimensionally functions as a stylus

for your grosser realm representation.

With enlightenment,

you, are beyond the heart of the matter.

There is no audience.

All plays as a multi-realm matrix.

Intelligence is only infinitesimal movement with mass.

The lower order of vibrations gives off a presence of solids.

Nominal experience is functionally addicted

to prop representation in a limited sensory range.

Time is vendor of audience appeal.

Yet there is no audience outside of time.

Even the notion of expression requires time

but being, the essence of being does not.

With enlightenment, there is no surface of entry.

There is no comparative truth, no witness of bearing.

Words like be, exist, isness, and even consciousness

have no residence, no locality, no insularity of means.

With enlightenment, know is not a method,

words loose their traction, thought is evaporative,

and being is not relational.

And that fill of the vast emptiness of you,

looses all edges, boundaries, captions of thought,

and the redundancies of sensory participation.

Specificity atrophies, mindfulness dissolves, and enlightenment has no meaning, no time, no place

and no more, of the identity kept-ness of you . . .