less is meaning-full 7/31/18

as if meaning was the ever so

of personalized adulation and applause.

meaning, as if it comes from audience

to bathe me 

in so much the specifics of ways.

that I have given meaning

the enterprise of loving me

by some sense of understanding as intimacy.

this inner dialogue, 

as if the French-kiss of the inner mind

where truth be told 

without the exterior of rules to follow.

meaning, as if the most undeniable friend,

such that it is of love expressed.

we have a language base like no other.

meaning reads me the story of my being

beyond my memory’s ability to embrace.

the trust is resolute as if to keep me as mine.

meaning, not the origin I come from,

but the seer of the landscape delivering me,

giving it tone and texture in mindful ways.

for without meaning, 

how do I stand to the breeze,

as vacant, beyond, beneath and behind?

what that gravity insists, 

mass demands, and sensory escorts?

baffled not to call it circumstance.

all this is on going,

but now is not telling me.

for the whispering has turned to pine.

yearn is now the resolute of void.

happening continues without interpretation’s tongue.

essence is without explanation’s expletives.

I drown into every single breath 

to live beyond meaning’s grasp,

where enormity is of everything

without any sense of place or containment.

oneness is embrace, 

as if emersion is finally a meaningless sea . . .