the one be 6/4/18

we somehow daily leave the quantum

to hangout in the dumpster for words

to make-do,

to act-out.

we voluntarily breath 

as a method of trickle-down

from the distractedness 

of the weave of experience

oriented towards building 

the hot-air balloon of existence

to once again feel for the rise

as if a traditional substitute 

for the spiritual nature of ascend

making our lives the journey of

name-that-tune

making the meaning of meeting others

the secret method 

towards getting to the next note

the next syllable, 

the next tone of the oneness song

so much of the lyrics overheard

are passé, eventually trembling into dust

all of the physicals that surrounds us

have reverence for its stated goal

and that reverence is a voluminous stairwell

either up or down

and if it is hell-on-earth 

or sight-for sore-eyes

but neither is composed 

of the essence we seek

for that efforting is earnestness spent

as if grains of sand

living down the hourglass

from the mountaintop to the sea

our memory will be waving good-bye

from the last breath we breath

but that does not mean we are gone

we are just less of the preoccupation

of self-occupancy

for we will individually be leaving the ‘I’

and getting back 

to the nonentity of the ‘we’ as weave 

all of our existence 

is an unspoken plead

to please be of the one mind,

the one spirit,

and for now, 

the one be . . .