just the think of it 8/4/18

most of our lives are metaphorical.

we, are as the act-outs.

for the process of metaphor 

is our rational engagement,

becoming our cogent entrainment.

we are the resolute of habit-patterns in combust

as our thematic accountable journeys. 

for our think style is methods of enablement.

each conclusion we make is a breath pause 

as resistance. 

our summations are a sign of internal fatigue.

for the journey beyond meaningful 

is breathtaking. 

for breath from there

is a wisdom-seer beyond belief.

breathing, as this wisdom, 

has no conclusions or judgments.

breath from there 

dwells beyond meaning’s grasp.

to be aware that breath is a subtle doorway 

to unstate-able vibrational intelligence.

and this vibrational intelligence is emergence 

into a boundary-less being.

for once there becomes here, 

quantum does not attempt 

to get any word in wedge-wise.

tension in the tongue 

is the frequency being spoken, radiantly.

words are not the gesticulation as comeback.

enormity and vastness are, 

but not as spacial perspectives,

more as the profession of oneness.

and so is the profound discovery 

that our sense of universe from there, 

has no nouns

and all verbs are sincerely invitational.

and any lingering theory of this 

is genuinely self-invitational,

as the offspring of love into mindfulness. 

for all of thought

is only the chrysalis itself of containment,

where as evolution is the partial hearsay story 

of this as return,

as the demystification of time 

melting back,

giving way

to the core of here in its vastness,

as well as the broad-stance of now in its essence.

for we are on the outside of ourselves 

looking in, looking out,

to know that birth and death have given us 

our sense of timing.

but neither lead us to the pulse of our being

in the ever-last or the ever-more,

where language is only sound-saying frequencies

that coalesce, 

as if eventfulness never came into formal existence.

for there is no shutter-speed of recognition

to capture the spirit of our essence.

for in the depth of the ever of be

is the bequeath of being.

and being there, has no particulates 

known as knowledge.

for being of there, wisdom is voiceless

but constantly sounding.

and if we are still of our cogitation, 

it is white-knuckles, bare-bones,

in a prayer-full belief-stance.

diminishment of this state is transformational ascension.

until this script is written in an inkless fashion,

where, pen and paper become a fluid state.

our existence is realized as the inkwell itself.

the void of it all, 

becomes a greater whole,

where this proposed theory 

is of gentle appeasement. 

and just the think of it, 

is the pillow you lie down on 

to dream . . .