audience is a prison life.
once committed to the techniques,
there is no possibility of escape.
your senses are your handcuffs and shackles.
the warden is a commonsense mindset.
all the guards are a range of friends to acquaintances.
everyone else is a potential snitch.
there is the restraint of habit as order.
t.v is lockdown .
cars are cells for work-duty.
jobs are task-force assignments.
career is what is known as
“what are you in for?”
dreams are made for smoking.
food is a cost effective consideration.
you’re a predatory victim at large.
privately you invent a different use for language.
dear diary is what hopes are made of.
if and when you get out,
you only go to a larger prison
and audience is still the lifestyle used.
there is no escape in the world around.
but if you’re motivated,
you still try to find a way out.
privately, you study all of the terrain,
both inside and out.
you scheme and secretly plan.
and if by chance a circumstance arises,
given that you have nothing to loose,
you go for it.
you go inward.
find a self that is not at effect of circumstance.
find a self that is not just senses and physical body.
find a source within
not monitored by situational relevance,
spirit without denial,
unceasing without distraction or contingency,
an open land without mind-fill,
a presence without subservience,
an existence without subordination as reason.
there is outpour without judgment demand,
flow without a sense of resistance to ride,
self without the menagerie of ifs, buts, and whens.
escape is release to the homeland.
you are buoyant from deep within.
no more the riffraff of existence as dominant.
heart takes up sight.
language has the dialect of humor.
essence is every out-breath possible.
and earnestness is the labor of love expressed.
as audience has become passe,
a fallback position of private focus
for blessing purposes.
this is the big house beyond sensory range.
it has only one resident
and all of us are that one soul occupant . . .
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