experience is like ice,
frozen solid,
formed on a quantum lake.
it registers as a surface of self-consciousness,
yet intendedly self-consciously aware.
where the ice is of itself,
thick enough to skate a life on.
our aliveness apparently lives
in this winter of our awareness.
the ice itself is made-up of recognition
and its thickness, as substance,
is composed on nominality.
fear is ever present as unsaidness,
falling through as apprehension's view.
safety is present
as certitude and account.
the mind is composed of blades,
sharpness and skating skills.
while the heart is forever
looking forward everyday
to the first polar bear plunge
and the subsequent ultimate experience of self-intimacy
in a new immersion of inner-light,
wanting every moment of experience
to be enhanced in that way as such.
heart plunge while mind is fully aware.
lake is as life,
not life as the frozenness of surface-tension . . .
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