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Saturday, May 8, 2021

where living appears to take place


where living appears to take place,

the use of sentience is reduced to surmise,

sanctuary is defined by boundary-ness kept,

silence is as if audience heard,

simplicity is a but a mind-fill of method,

love only exists as a personalizing affect, 

day and night are there 

as shallow breathing,

objectifying is for the feel of the shackles 

while spoken-ness is as 

the clanging of the chains.

compartmentalized thinking is slow death from a blister.

evolution is seen as nostalgia, 

vacantly reminiscing about the future.

thought, itself, is the result 

of the death of another thought.

coincidence is like a parking ticket 

made of concern.

wishing became skillfully skydiving 

in a cluttered heaven

and understanding is a salute 

to the diminutive account of the present.

for weeping here is checking one's roots with care

and being emotional is learning to swim 

in the ocean-surround

as time is our mental method 

of human madness

and spirit here is just a secretion of soul.

for being a bother is a way 

of weighing the weight of thought

as take-me-to-your-leader is as a means 

of self inquiry.

experience is the abrasiveness 

to the witness of being

where rhetoric is a picked fence 

in the desert of say.

each life is a flotational device 

randomly leaking air

and the notion of beyond 

is a chapter heading in the book of time

where freedom is accessorizing 

with self-permissions.

and yet, 

to have a guiding light is a form 

of inward surrender

and unabashed innocence 

is an evolutionary step.

recognition is climbing a mountain 

made out of awareness

and helping is taking up the cooperative 

of enchantment.

while caring is flying in-formation 

of a communal sky

and every sacred cut in nature 

is the advancement of wisdom.

this is where living appears to take place,

where essence already knows, 

what human earnestness desires . . .

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