to draw from

what is the shape of meaning

as it contours to the presentation of feel?

where sooth features glide and float,

where warmth generates 

an internal environment,

where radiance takes up an incentive 

to be forthcoming,

as if living is a significant context 

for consciousness.

to find some inner buoyancy, 

beyond bruised and battered,

beyond the downbeat 

of daily life presenting.

feel wanted a life of its own,

before the confinement 

of definitional existence.

what implicit lacks 

in depth of being?

honor of heart,

fluidness for the caress of existence,

mind over matter is 

such a false-front activity,

as if consciousness is an audience enterprise

and self is a ticket stub for entry.

what is really wanted 

is the shape of meaning,

as it contours to the presentation of feel,

heart lead while mind follows.

that should be the art class of life,

to draw from what you feel

rather than 

to sketch at what you see . . .