the universe as our song 10/27/18

in the world that can’t be named

meeting all is without identification

feelings come without claims as capture

no one and no thing is wearing certitude

it is a free-fall without orientation or terms

relatedness seems so much a foreign means

in having to be something to something else

yes, it’s hard to be flow without boundaries 

can’t get directions as definite clues

skill-sets of determination seem to be on mute

although the sound current is symphony strong

yet recognition is only a safety-net existence

in this realm madness, nothing is silent

what discourse was, is now all of space

collaborative denotes having no separate parts

who is seeing and saying this to you

is next to me as me 

pretending to be separate by this say so

similars celebrate sameness in so called silence

but out there, in a world predisposed to separates

mass has so many choirs singing choruses in quiet

the acoustics are beyond what our hearing offers 

as spectators from where we are of separates

sure, maybe there is noticeable ringing in my ears

I left that awareness in its presence as stillness

there is hearing beyond what audible implores

mass makes so much sound unto itself yet unheard

even clouds are radically loud way before thunder

water is all tonal chatter inside of viscosity’s keep

land has been storytelling as if ongoing as existence

but we have minds that make up words

once removed from the sound current

as our natural home.

we have story, testament, understanding as make-do

we are the sound of lower case 

in a surround of upper case vibrational choir

no page turning there, no meaning is implied

sound is made without the need for retention

no in-time service performed by listening

as if a separate, in an audience fashion

if you join in, you are part of the all of it

and you can’t be more expansive than that 

for there is a loss of smallness 

but no gain of the whole

no more self-conscious as if self registers

once you become the sound of you

no you of you separately exists

you just channel that which flows through

as wholeness whelms your existence

oneness has no objectification possibilities

sensory aware is now only second hand

reverence is self possessed

while sacred goes on without notice or fallout

for we are only then 

then the instruments of stardust

that play the universe as our song . . .