stimulation is immediately sensorial
territorial in viewship’s demand
yes beckoning,
as if focus was its servant
arming itself with a buoyancy of attention deeds
stroking commotion
as with these hands of locationality
armed with the resilience of endeavoring
as if to sip consciousness without frame
or the bothersomeness of lowdown content
or any sense of the momentums of habit
even the sip as this action
is to be
broken open, broken down, broken through
yet stimulation quite secretly,
is in its own self-loneliness
on the outbreath, yet always reactive and revived
we all astutely climbing the mountain of this orientation
as if it is all gallstones
passing through one self
through many lifetimes
going forward with them
until all the stones, are back into dust
and yet using all of the cooking utensils
of the cognitive mind
does not provide or serve or deliver
the meal one needs to eat
for all of movement
is digestion and replenishment in one
and then to come to realize
that the great stillness is all of everything
as one movement
well, observation, in that regard,
has no presence as audience
as we all dance with what evolves us
until this wardrobe of evolution
ceases to exist . . .
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