the mindfulness of experience
is like the wetness of the ocean
with the viscosity of the moment
upon us.
we, as the survival of needs,
float on the evidential sensorial surface
as if that is the liquidity of reality’s call.
like our need for breath is this mandate
to have fear of the ocean
as if it represents the great unknown
and yet we are made
of same watery substance that we mutually share.
what wisdom does water know
from millions of years of transformation?
what to tell us
that think can not cogitate?
we are in a phone-booth frame of mind
asking earth to call us back
before we sink within
and drown into eternity.
why is our way of language so foreign
to most everything and being around us?
did we ask for comeuppance?
is there another species of smug-dog like us?
aren’t whale, dolphins and elephants in a quiet smirk?
gees, even insects have more novelty then we.
trees seem infinitely patient
given our false sense of smug-dom-ness.
it’s a bother to be essentially indifferent
yet we are possessed in fronting that way.
why if I had a diamond for every dollar owned,
a gold tooth for every smile given,
and a clear vision of living on this planet,
I would regret for the false riches taken
and seek the wisdom of nature’s calling.
as in water water everywhere
and not a drop to think . . .
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