experience is, for however inviting,
ultimately, profoundly distracting.
focus, for however intent on exactness,
is wildly and tormentingly end-point misleading.
curiosity, for its outbound limitless searching,
is methodologically a false orientation to follow.
mindfulness, as a nerve center occupancy,
is radically composed of erroneous awareness.
every thing around is full of time-bound retention.
dare I put into words,
a medium beyond the measures
and complicity of time and space references
that is current without reference or reflection.
it does not feed mindfulness with experience.
it has no past or future to deem necessary.
does not respond to languaged orientation.
does not interface with identification.
does not provide for memory retention
and hardly has any measure of personage when immersed
and does not feature dimensional wherewithal.
it is, without the subjectivity inferred.
we all are,
but nothing referential can be construed.
one can’t go there
because one already is there is as here,
one is only and always one.
emotional has residence
but not in any conventional way.
we are that heart brain as one
but our reality style
provides for complete denial
in less than absolute ways.
nothing already said is invitational.
strip down and surrender any self sense.
be heartfelt without any sensory distraction.
the thought of it
is a state of homelessness visited.
all of our lives are white flags
until oneness happens . . .
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