there is no such thing
as a one way miracle.
audience of itself, is the anomaly,
the apparent eternal glitch in the ever-flow.
wonder is an original way of life.
private is really as public as it ever gets.
observation is personalized sense of self-inclusion,
sanctity of this kind, spreads by awareness.
the revelation is overcoming our separateness.
there is nothing of significance
that will overcome our oneness as bedrock.
but we do feature depiction,
deploy framing stylistically as if for event status.
yet motion is of the ongoing,
never ceases to go on unamazingly.
way before thoughts had time occupancy,
before naming and knowing provided our grounding,
the ever-flow existed.
that we have consciousness
is not the dress up of experience.
self as consciousness has all of this,
but this confusion is more of a way of life.
we tag everything as if that helps.
time infers, as the metronome
yet all of time is still only in the now
as we seem to be fast approaching.
yet vacant, we are dismissed of visitation rights,
our lives are the distant perusal
of the pamphlets and brochures.
we will send decisions to represent us,
gain new perspectives of right here,
for right now.
assume that actual travel
is a series of next thoughts.
for there is only one miracle.
it exists as a way of living life . . .
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