I want to meet what is faceless
to know myself better.
have no grasp of what it is
to gain self knowledge more firmly.
live the oblivion of each moment
as clearly evident in my horizon view.
look past the boundaries of evidence
to have myopia serve my personal growth.
from what is thought
go back to the think of it
and be before it came.
memory wants me
to live into the past,
do not be myself
and permit the future to embrace me.
I find a mirror
that reveals what exudes from me effortlessly,
and to stare at it transcendently.
read the script of my say
as if I channeled my character
into existence.
to come to know how
I am fabric to the world I inhabit
and continue to weave from there.
it isn't that I have a life
as much as it is that I am,
that we are life,
more than awareness will
ever provide proof.
whatever we are made of
is borrowed elementally
from the planet of substance
and eventually we will return it,
hopefully triumphantly used . . .
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