self is a chrysalis state of being

 

self-consciousness is all second guessing.

decisions made is all about 

how we interiorly decorate.

flow is not on our beck and call

and original-cause does not have any lyrics or chorus

or is ever outdated 

or absentmindedly left behind.

neither does essence exist

within the constraints of timelines

and isness doesn't suffer the humiliation

of ever being experience.

for there is no ethical passivity to being.

awareness of being suffers 

the embarrassment 

and subsequently the degradation of being

as if second hand.

for knowing is all of the folktales 

handed down

from the previous commentaries 

that flashed themselves 

as such when now was then.

we are thus the shadows of hearsay,

chasing the disguises of self 

into life as circumstance.

yet being is beaming 

without observation's demise.

we are always looking at ourselves

sensing ourselves, 

feeling ourselves, 

knowing of ourselves, 

as that, just looking at ourselves.

otherwise the sense of our self 

has no substantiation.

if that be so, then oneness would pervade

and no one would be the wiser.

for all of the knowing 

would leave the world 

of utterance in the dust

and matter as we know would be 

just a conjure of the mind.

for if we go back in time to before it,

then space itself would have no representational needs.

after all, we only have all of a sudden 

and freefall

as upliftment as a set of separation needs.

for oneness has no contextual sense of itself.

imagine as the invitation into oneness, 

that you can never drown in the ocean

but instead, all of the ocean

is bound to timelessly evaporate 

through you.

as a first example of the enigmatic miracle of existence

then imagine, prompt having no curfew

exists as timelessly wise,

that the earth, of its own intentionality,

is constantly breathing you

and that all of thought is an elixir tea

that we, of the collective, steadily serve 

and sip, 

that we are also the linear think 

of mobius loop minds,

hellbent to eventually discover

that there is no other side.

so it is for us to be aware 

but don't fall prey to notice,

to speak outright but don't say,

to open doors that were never closed

and believe the beyond of ourselves to be, 

as if there is so much more 

than the deception offered to us

as night and day . . .