help me, if you can.
I want to take a journey
beyond what words can say.
yes, I will say words, many words
but leap off of them as best you can.
for it is not the implied meaning,
maybe not even the images,
but, more so,
whatever thought that comes
leave it, leave it for nothing,
an empty-fill, but vibrational
forged from beyond where meaning
would take you.
so go where sensate does not approach
with experiential possibilities,
where immersion is as endearment
without the introduction or foreplay of intimacies,
where there is no assault of thoughts
from the privacy of self in isolation.
boundless fills as if dimensions are still not needed.
for there should be no conclusionary grip coming
from any single thought.
this symphony is all notes simultaneously embraced.
this composition is senselessly self orchestrated.
sight gives away to the overwhelm of feel,
which is imploding but directionless
this embodiment is then dwelling at source.
there is a gravity, but as fragrance.
no parts have any surface.
the whole is all participatory.
a sense for audience is nonexistent.
all of one’s cellular is, was, always,
has been this faint singing.
all is energetics, a summation of flow.
if this is river, it has no source, all stream
but imponderably directionless.
and take no experience from immersion in it.
drink all verbs, swim the now of it
and relinquish all sense for meaning.
your last breath of knowing pronounces ‘isness’.
meaning ‘now’ has no stance
or possibility of assessment to view.
time was a cohesive of restraint.
now all your individual thoughts
murmur towards the collective truth.
experience of this is just a labored aside.
this journey is more dimensions
than the possibility of proving worth.
sound is this sea of constancy
where to drown is to breath in the whole.
leaving species as a wardrobe behind
the riddle of now as ever dissolved.
all of time is a mountain of crutches.
all of space is now the one breath in.
and all of experience is measurements
left behind as absentmindedly forsaken.
ecstatic was the last attempt at clear thought.
any registered account has become artful vanishing.
monotony has transitioned into seamless bliss.
joyless-joy does not seek to cogitate of itself.
when you had a ‘you’,
this was all impossibly existing and true.
but you can’t take the carry-ons of separateness
and journey-on into this.
it is a one note blend
as the hum of the all.
sure, there is the allness of participation
but no audience for observation.
self-consciousness is and was
only the backstory to what was undisclosed
yet irrationally told to oneself in mesmerizing fashion.
‘nothing’ is ever-featured
yet existence is without frame.
as buoyancy and boundless
are now beyond experience’s capacity to frame.
this is where experience is invited to strip down to ‘nothing’
and go on, as if to leap into the beyond
without the handicapping of experience as assistance. beyond the passage itself and yet into low-key mutedness.
sensory-attunement is beyond the registers of awareness.
take no baggage, go no place,
beyond where you already are,
as if the surrender is to beyond where tender exists.
on to the land beyond itness.
to the voiceless choir singing beyond loud from within.
where distance gets you no where gained
and the usage of speed
is just a diminutive measure of itness
caught in the slowage of self in pursuit.
for you have to be somewhere definite
to have a need for the speed of experience
and a thirst for the all, experienced as zoom.
but that was then,
so in this now,
as if to start
find yourself solidly grounded,
more focused, more centered,
more present, more empty,
more surrendered, more penetrative,
more immersive, more radiant,
and more exemplary,
as if to be,
in this resolute of oneness . . .
