coming from 1/7/16

we are all coming from the same essence of being

where meaning has not yet come into existence.

we initially come from the physics of isness

which carries on with this essence of being

before the table scraps of our meaningful lives

are served in a daily fashion.

do you remember, all of those tiny,

tiny portions of timeless time

that are the prominent environment

before the sweep of familiarity

labor us in the overrides?

it may be the natural environment

where dreams have permission to enter

even though they will eventually dress up

in familial gear, and register as in languaged.

it may be the environment

where hearts handshake and hug

behind recognition’s standards of approval.

it may even be where intuitions live the nocturnal life,

have the bright eyes

and do not require the rational glare of the sun

for growth full of insight or permission for existence.

this is where life is eternally rich

before meaning became the creep, the snitch,

the informer, the auditor, the account, the manager,

or the dictator as the supreme ruler

so adaptively named as if of the land.

before meaning became the lyrics of the song,

the dance wasn’t a wandering but a streaming.

meaning has given us still-shots and compositional clutter

meaning has placed restraints on isness

and has given us the life of symbols,

the bleed of plausibility,

and the breath-work of directives.

we have become bystanders to ourselves!

meaning is the artwork of the mind,

looking for buyers and placement for further reference.

meaning has given us the hunt of the scent,

the rendering of clarity out from camouflage,

the taste for palate approval,

and the feel for separates identified,

coming into range.

meaning has allowed me to cough up

a storm of recognition

and to survive the wherewithal of its existence.

I have taken up a language

that separates me from my soul,

that allows me to speak to you from exile . . .

so I am coming from . . .

(well, how meaningful, meaning less, is that?)