The epitome of excitement is;
reaching for the still-point mountaintop of excitement,
leaving the groundedness for the airborne,
the upgrade,
the ramp up,
the exhilaration on the rise,
the anticipation melding into full-blown action ascent,
the shift from front pictorial dream-matching images
to full body holographic immersion enterprise,
the run from imagery into fluid g-force flow,
being in the zone,
but losing its entry and exit edges,
just center point as the bloom expanding,
the excitement, having lost the meaning frame,
the high that is normalizing, outside of itself,
the streaming as it begins to have no contrasts.
All the exterior facets and forces are somehow fading.
Movement with grace is magnified into a given.
The evident appearance has a hidden hurricane eye.
The calm there, is an unexpected doorway opening.
Entering has all become a ritualizing transcendence.
All of the action is blurring, burning off the extraneous.
There becomes a center-point of being in full awareness.
There is no self but yet a self without questions.
The journey is the reward without any acclaim.
The moment, this moment, is timelessly self-shattering.
The world of experience is ignited beyond occurrence.
The self is without neediness or questioning.
Eventfulness is discarded without effort or attention.
The pouring forth is a slow burn as much as a peer through.
Form and matter only represent, in a motionless way.
Every medium becomes tributaries of this joyless joy.
The epitome of excitement has broken free,
is without location, depiction or enterprise.
It fills and pours through every action’s expression.
Movement is blessed in its stillness broadcast.
Whatever was ground-figure has given way
to a now that is all encompassing.
Each person’s excitement comes through as the bloom
into the fragrance ever on the penetrative rise.
The epitome has no lens any more,
no focus towards a direction that defines it.
Just be of it as it passes through you
without results as the outcome.
Excitement is the launch
becoming blissful is the flow
with no mind to it.
All heart is the ongoing,
open-ended in the passionate imperceptible rage . . .
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