cupped the hands of my mind
as if to placed them into a voyage of expanse,
to scoop up a liquidity of time.
confirmation is within
as winged messengers penetrate behind thought.
the content, as if as paint,
would kiss the air in passage,
scenting the journey on to the canvas of now.
this travels from inspiration to ignited thoughts,
with emotions baring colors of confirmation.
it comes from an amnesia, other than oblivion,
yet fertile in this delivery,
this, as a projection, never dries,
being tears of joy in the shape shifting.
these shimmers are of now’s presentation
providing deep passage beyond circumstance as means.
motivation is beyond what understanding can muster.
the radiance of this prism,
is where we all are the light that passes through,
and reveals an ecstasy of consciousness.
but there is no event that is withholding.
this nectar passes by presence
from the beyond of mind-sight.
extremes of expression are but reeds in the breeze
where all of breath is beholding
a constancy of subtle outburst as feelings’ galore.
there is a yoga of being present in appreciation.
we all fall prey to a state beyond circumstance.
but this penetrates all cells,
perfumes the space between all atoms
and declares nothing of the knowing kind.
this maybe the riddle of life itself.
to leave speech and abandon thought,
to demystify where one has keepsake and conjure.
maybe it is only conundrums held up with vast.
this is the mind of a belly dancer without noble observers.
we are a green thumb of emotional impartiality.
we sing to the earth silently.
a honey will come from our thyme-lavender-rosemary
as we come from
where we are oneness.
the trickledown is
only for experience’s sake.
for behind the
evidentials,
beneath our
running commentaries,
beyond these
storyline accounts,
spirit, secretes
this river in all ways
to float our
common soul.
we are, always
this, voyage and return . . .
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