dimensionality as a designation

every dimension known

is only known by its definitional means,

as interpreted by our explorational process. 

dimensions have internal integrity 

and external interplay,

as that suits our style of comprehension.

we live for the knowhow of it, 

but not to be. 

the dimensions we already are,

are a living example of 

our inappropriateness for the essence,

even though it is an isness through us.

we are all about sensory externalization.

time is an extemporary way 

of interpretation

that humans specifically use.

everything we study 

reflects the struggle we have

with the methods we use to study with.

we are the conundrum 

of observational means.

our reality, in fact, 

is based on serial intelligence.

there is very little wholism 

to the linear intelligence 

in the way we pursue

to create impactful observation

in a sensory-means way.

space, in its first order,

is reflective of the human predicament.

that we understand, dignifies us, 

in a self compositional way.

we are the imprisonment of that knowing.

we are forever shackled 

by our means of identification.

true contemplation is an effort 

to undress the mind.

if you leaped into the ethers of nothingness,

with every word you pronounced,

with every thought that became conscious,

eventually you would 

could come to surrender

from the predisposition of being.

our feeling nature is an example 

of the relationship of wing 

to wind in the sky.

where our feelings are 

not the wing, 

nor the wind,

and certainly not the sky.

but more of the forever, 

that elementally expresses itself in that way.

our breath is composed 

of the essence of solids,

that we both honor and abide.

for the father of our prejudicial state 

and the signature of our existence

is the sun.

for without the worship of oxygen,

we are destined. 

and vibratory truth 

will have no further need 

for consciousness . . .