is . . . be . . . 7/19/18

shadow is the authentic light from the void

whispering unspeakable truth.

all of the bright of light 

is but the breadcrumbs

of our intoxicating journey.

emptiness is the fill of this wisdom

from beyond reason.

for if we ever go there,

then here 

was only a stall-point of existence.

each thought is but the breeze

against the feathers 

of the spirit of us 

in flight.

for we are only creatures of separateness 

by the identity that we keep 

sacred in our hearts.

if we ever leap off of the mountain of our mind,

looking back 

at the free-fall of thoughts in passing,

at the myths of gravity and frame,

to then wonder 

that recognition was ever the confident

as a safety net 

to keep us sane.

the dance is happening 

as the me-ness of me 

dissolves.

for elation from this state, 

has no gravity,

no sense of self 

to be resolved.

self-integrity gives way 

to isness in passing.

for there are octaves 

as if corridors of ascent

from the disrobing of personal experience 

in passing.

the match-heads of us as think 

are igniting,

burning through all of thought 

as refuse.

the oxygen of isness is laughing 

all the way through this burn.

we only get a here-to-there 

from this artful dance 

of disillusionment,

whereby the only sacred language of there, (?)

is . . . (into)

be . . .