one horse running towards me
from a great distance away
its mane bobbing and aflame
turns into a wide-spread of many
in a collaborative rush of light
circling me from all sides,
fast approaching
as if to breathlessly engulf
but this vision-field expands
completely beyond a 360-frame
drowning,
more from this rush of envelopment
yet evocative becomes my overwhelm
whatever was grounding me,
soon vanished
for this gravity is boundless,
no hints any more of up or down
small eddies of laugher
are bubbling up from within me
blending the before, the during and the hereafter
all of the sky, the far reaching sky
was my last in-breath taken
ready to greet the emphatic of everything
yet now has no pronouncement
thick and warm and far-seeing
meet in a blending liquid elixir state
all the intimate appendages of mine
are just next thoughts reaching
yet experience features no particulars to grasp
bathing and basking are currently
the same emotional affix to living
for what is, sensorially sizzles
as a vibratory stillness,
a sound-loop so satisfying
as the tingling becomes levity sip-able
my streaming-senses climb the walls
towards nonexistence’s call
for there are buzzards of blessedness circling
the banquet of becoming is forthright evident
roundabouts of supposed mentionables
are all about to collide as if tongue-tied
dizzy, with what intrigue this offers
tizzy and sensate copulate within me
their magnetics produce an offspring
its dimensions within me breath in life
while I am mopping the floors of existence
with tears coming down from laughter
I give up on naming any of it
for the giant redwoods of my mind
whisper to me
as my forever forest from within
for now I can feel
how every two drops of water recompose
for when they first meet,
for their sense of ocean-intimacy as embrace
and the weather all around me
has become a one hair brush
to the canvass
that is the everywhere on me
for now, wholeness has no apparent boundaries
beginnings and endings are just
mutually reactive mirror views
language is but chewed gum
left-behinds, stuck under counters
from several lifetimes ago
these are the well beyonds,
all of this, just the rumble of overwhelms,
for I have found
the sweet tone of an unending note,
as the makings of an uproar,
in a continuum beyond place and time
where all those governing rules of order
have become the justice of incense in the burning,
steeped into exquisite singulars of fragrance
forgone are the daze
from my self-accounts
this riddle of identity has been vanquished
all thoughts for now?
are plains of welcome mats
that obliquely
but secretly with wide-eyes say,
heart is hearth as whole.
knowledge had no moving parts
and knowing, of the human-kind,
only has redemption
for the ones
who are the consciousness
of their soul . . .
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