even by rebuking what they ask for,
you are still calling out by their means.
if you knew more of yourself,
as you are
why would you be in the form of an answer?
what is this vacancy,
that by your occupancy,
you pretend to fill?
what has well-read gotten you,
that you wear
as if in a foreigner’s land?
is that you travel on,
a measure of yourself
that you know of yourself
not to be whole.
do all ice-burgs of substance,
by their surrender,
become whole?
oneness is a lot like this metaphorical surrender
to liquidity
where quantum never speaks.
the choir sings with no words
and sound makes manifest
beyond sensory means.
that there, has no here
that is not everywhere.
give up on it
as if you have audience genes.
that you do being,
is just the curse of mindfulness.
in order to embrace,
you had to have boundaries to surrender.
for surrender
is to take off all of your smallness,
and come back into void-as-whole.
where you channel from
as if of existence
be your source,
as if we are all one soul . . .
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