no seams, has no stir 12/4/17

I wear the ivory jewelry of inner-sight

not to look at but look into and through

everything that would appear as static

is, but upon further introspection,

a story unfolding, without time restraints

all of the emotions embedded in storage, play out

passages of impact feed upon this sight

as if I was more than audience

but empathic to see

there is so much beyond what is not said

our lives are but topical surfaces in review

to the emotional currents that are in awe, commingling

we are restlessly inattentive to this truth of carriage

yes, all of time is only in the now

all of the times we hold as past or future

are right now occurring backhandedly

but richly so

we see and say

as if flat screen reality is this beauty

soulful emotional eyes will tell you

that is not so

time is a disservice

to these feelings blessing our soul

a misnomer producing the pretense of consequence

flow has no attachments to honor

now is more integrated

than we have dignity for

if we surrendered all of our parts as status,

saw less edges and divides and more concurrencies,

all of movement is then this

in embrace

even if we are not so equipped to be aware

the white of light is not telling the story

but being of it

that we are spectral

is how many crayons in our box?

a rainbow is only a view, giving us delight

in small but grand ways of encouragement

we ourselves are all rainbows

given to the sun as hydrogen-light rays

our bodies as these hydrogen-water vapors

but in the sacred wisdom of perspective

no one lives for the audience of this

it is happening constantly

without regard to time

knowing this is more than a 3-dimensional viewpoint

feel for where you are sacred to yourself

and realize

we are all the oneness of that ongoing

homebound

with unrealized honor in our broadcast

spirit of us has no prayers to offer or to plead

there are no answers to redeem

as if from search

the unity of us all goes unnoticed

thoughts and feelings have no boundaries

oneness has no summary, no longings

we are ever leaving the life of reflected-ness

dialogue ceases the illusion of existence

our rise is ever in passing

but unnamed

we, you and I, are the celebration

experience itself, is only a brief aftermath

this ivory jewelry, we all wear, is not visual

immersion with it, has no self

be, is ever forth-pouring

all movement is of self-mentoring

this medium, of itself, further dismantles time

these words dissolve

as meaning lives to fade

what was page after page,

departs as afterthought

the great pause is overwhelming

until oneness leaves no seams,

has no stir . . .