went beyond
but never leaped
somehow expanded
but didn’t get larger
saw what sight can’t see
felt but not in response way
no thoughts taken away
what is current
can’t be kept as memory
very stream like
as if people are the swift
of energetic eddies in passing
more oneness than separate can account for
thought seems so desperate a clutch
breath-in is brushstrokes applied
the palate has soul
touch has no subject-object basis
the fabric of being is more than flat and wide
fiber has personality
we all wear time
went beyond where looking back exists
nothing comes to me to report
not meeting anything new but discovering
sensory is only the story telling of itself
we are surrounded by idols that all float
experience is a way of treading in that water
until the water breathes us,
the wave action has emotions.
the collective heart rises and falls.
there are no parts to matter.
it’s all fluid from beyond the beyond . . .
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