Primal can dress-up in the disguise of trauma
The source of being can be seductively hidden
in the resourcefulness of act-outs
The fluidity of being can become represented
by gush and fall-out
Then whim or rage
Admittance takes the form of emittance
Where harmonics takes on the sound language
of cacophonous expressed
Mutations set to represent original source
A lightness of being is constantly present
And possibly consciously watching
Unburdening is its own language spoken
From that which is weightless
but weighs heavily on the fabric of being
but not on the texture of humanness
Even pathos has its constancy of pitter-patter
For we can all tolerate meaning
If it gets us to the passion of cause
For every breath is an instance
of time travel occurring
Travel in self-isolation is limited and slow
Travel in unity is vast and expansive
Travel in self-isolation yields
Particulars, details, relevance
Travel in unity reveals, escorts, embraces, immerses
What the mind is ever searching for
The heart, in first order, imbibes
What the mind will come to impeach
The heart will be glad to be primal free-speech . . .
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