oneness has no audience 11/12/19

will the universe tell its story that science authors?

‘being-awareness’ is very remote from knowing's account.

‘knowing’ expects a language and understanding 

to do the necessary work.

but understanding and language lack the ‘isness’ factor,

and are primarily static in nature 

and observational in style.

where as, oneness has no audience.

there is no extraction called ‘experience to oneness’.

the method of experience 

is an example of a disqualifier.

essentially, if you go into oneness, for now,

there is no return.

experience is the realization of being positional.

oneness has no positions.

we can’t get there from here

as long as we have a ‘there’ and a ‘here’.

for ‘there’ is already ‘here’.

it has always been here.

it is we, who live in our remoteness 

from the essence of ourselves.

for our ‘here’ is only representational.

and as much as we are 

imprisoned by our sense of it,

we are the here that thrives 

on our reality composed of denials and methods 

that continue to reinforce this position.

we are essentially connected 

but octaves restrained and removed.

we are that remote and preserve as such

by our methods and sensory awareness 

to keep that distance prominent 

and essential to our versionary account.

we offer thought as a handshake of indifference.

we pursue and embrace thought

as if it was estranged from being.

we pursue objectification

and therefore send postcards to ourselves

and thoughts to our minds

that reinforce how insulated, isolated and separate, 

we think ourselves to be.

we create religions out of time and space

and icons of belief 

that further create a sacredness mystique 

of how remote we are. 

where we are ‘one’ is perceived as a phenomenon. 

everything that we could possible perceive as oneness

is engendered in terminology 

that best serves those of first person spectator status.

if we weren’t in a 24/7 workout gymnasium 

that keeps us in high performance separatism,

we’d already be ‘there’ 

by the consciousness that resides deeply within us.

but your religions gives us waiting lines

and postcard perspectives.

we are served the grossest meals of time and space

as if to keep our hopes vitalized

and our visions as keepsakes, 

only in our minds as if our consciousness.

we lived to purchase tickets to take us 

where we already are 

but haven’t really the clarity or the clues about that.

we have death as a possible ticket to ride

and a life as a way of lonely walking the tracks.

trains of thought come and go

and we believe accordingly in their passage.

we maintain with linear thinking

and experiential receptivity,

both as profound methods of self in denial.

as long as we are all of the questing and yearnings 

and efforts towards a ‘there’,

we live in the essential denial 

of the secret life of here.

we are then profoundly the tourists 

of a homeland, we only visit.

and when there, 

we pride ourselves on experiences

we hope to remember.

moving on in ‘time’ to the next ‘here’ 

in much the same way.

we have a ‘where we come from’ 

that belittles as our here and now.

and worst of all , in a tragic human sense,

we have a ‘here’ and a ‘now’ 

as riddles that fundamentally possess us.

none of which have essential occupancy

in the universe we seek.

our register for confirmation 

falsifies our potential for arrival.

all our potential and prioritized methods of search

need to dry up as if becoming a dry lake bed.

since all of experience, as method, 

is a process of distillation 

without the realization enhancements 

from a method like vaporization, 

as an ongoing process.

where the subsequent result

is eventually condensation as spirit, 

realized as essence.

and we, as such, learn 

from that method of evaporative means.

for we need to metaphorically vaporize 

to realize the sky.

for then to transcend the sky 

to become the heavens. 

and then leave the discourse of heavens, 

or the heavenly discourse,

to be.

we live to be in sensory environment 

where, in the distance,

we hear trains of thoughts 

that we have taken as the now and then,

that historically have taken us 

from here to there

and back

and provide us with the cash of memories

that we spend as our versions 

for the appearances of living.

so, will the universe tell its story 

that science authors?

yet our ‘being-awareness’ is very remote 

from knowing's account.

for where we want to go,

oneness has no audience of listeners . . .