the we before we 4/9/20

experience is the wardrobe

I just recently last wore.

I am completely nude 

inside of that apparel.

I am invisible

inside of this my nudity.

I am a void 

inside of my invisibility.

I am the manifest

inside of this barrenness. 

I take up a presence

from the vastness of there.

I fill a celestial field

in an auric manner.

my camouflage in this world

is sensory ordained.

you can only look at me

and see in the sense of sensation 

as animated form.

you can only hear from me

and sense in the auditory of words.

but here is where 

we are all meaningful beyond mindfulness,

beyond the cursory of the manifest.

but here is where we all wear

the hidden tattoos from trauma unexpressed.

here is where layers of lifetimes come and go.

here is where the essence of self-signature exists

before ink. 

we are all spoken about

before they come to be written. 

in otherwise lifetimes,

we are all words coming home

to one word.

we are all one, 

before word was the manifest,

before experience was the pin-down,

before experience was the singular lit candle

in the otherwise mindfully expansive darkened room.

we were all one

before any of us as candles were formed

with our wicks dutifully placed

and then the singular light experientially promoted

as the each of us. 

we, as spirit,

need to come out of 

that closet of experience . . .