'change' is a spectator's term.
as an audience perspective,
expecting all of us,
to remain audience throughout.
and it takes an admission
to get to really transformatively play.
yet some of us,
will continue to casually play,
either with or for,
the notion of living for,
the illusion of advancement,
and the witness in their lives
of the gifting of,
'spare change' . . .
if we could all remember,
that we are chasing narratives
already in our heads,
that makes us an audience to it.
for then we spectate on all of the results
as happening.
none of this applies
to our personal evolution.
it only applies
as adding fuel to our storyline.
keeps us seduced
within conclusions and outcomes,
which then becomes the work
of our linear minds to process.
work that then seduces and overwhelms us,
because it is a menial reality setting,
separate from the nature
and naturalness of the big picture,
as our own personal evolution.
for we are supposedly using
our current circumstances
and our interpretation
of those circumstances,
to get us to witness ourselves
and the usage of ourselves
in deeper transcending ways.
mainly by honoring our intuitions,
more than living
in our reactive mindset ways.
we have to witness
how we think about all of this.
not for correct answers
that we subsequently rationally approve of,
but for getting ourselves
internal witness skills,
that subsequently come to direct us
into next moments.
not to prove to ourselves our worth
but to express a deeper sense of spirit
as our truth.
we all wanted to become
the broadcast of our being
and not the lip-service of our narratives,
that we are already supremely bored with and about.
we are the living self-experiment
and we want to be self-directed,
from a deeper inward space awareness
of our own self-consciousness.
reality, as reception, is overbearing
and subsequently eventually a boring fill.
it is each of us,
who needs to invent
the creative exercise of self-discoveries,
out of the normatives
that are fronting us.
we create for the opportunity
to be of our presence
and not to live in the results
that complete
our own private expectation-story,
where we are each rich
with energetic possibilities
but we all settled for wanted storied results,
that we already expect
to either succeed or fail,
in the way
of the dualistic trap we all fall into.
we can see with our perception,
new ways of sightedness
and journey from within.
ways that give us permission
to creatively reach
for the unknown,
from within each of us,
that is within
but not yet identified by us,
from the ways as means
of our rational pursuit.
our intuition has insight
but we steal from that
to make rational expectations become real.
and then we are back to linear thinking,
as it overwhelms us.
but that then becomes,
an oh so very familiar, self residence.
remember, this is all a very private
self-experiment,
with deep inward efforts and discoveries.
it does not matter to the world,
if any of us do this or not.
it only essentially matters
to each of us inwardly.
dramas are not mile markers along the way.
we are not living for change to happen.
what we really want
is transcendence out of all of this.
we want a deeper sense of being realized
and a richer effortless broadcast of self.
and then let's see,
how the world responds
to our collective magic.......
trance is as the invisible hand,
that signs.
as the writing
that leaves the chalkboard,
that leaves that contact surface,
that attends to it,
then that leaves the physically manifested
to scribes itself
as fluids for thought,
that takes off its wordiness,
that becomes
an emotional environment of being,
then that becomes that part of breathing,
that triumphs as aliveness for living,
yet does not make belief stand up, abandoned,
or walk out of the self door.
it just exudes,
beyond what belief can garden.
lives in a deeper chemistry,
than language can go.
offers up itself in attention-smoke,
for what dances in spirit's idle-enterprise,
for that of a deeper truth,
that does not take to permission
from a lessor god of self in occupancy,
but moves in a medium
beyond a state of what blend has to offer,
speaks, as common soul of a collective,
whose theme has no conclusions to reach
but lives for the sounds
that find instruments of presentation,
as both their cover
and presentation for being,
but knows of authentic life,
without that effort being made.
what trace,
eventually, no audience is aware of,
it leaves no trails,
no method of evidence,
will not descend into cognitive presence,
is unframable
as if we could converse about it.
for we are hostage,
held in space
and presently doing our time.
so when we get out,
was there ever really a crime?
is history all criminal in nature
and memory the mandate of guilt?
trance and breath,
when were they ever not deeply involved?
yes, breath is the drug,
but trance as the outcome?
one has to play this instrument so adeptly,
as to subsequently disappear to reappear,
where the brain is the flute, so to speak,
and the melody is ethers above
an octave range,
where experience can go riding shotgun.
trance,
tell me your story,
until your breath,
takes you there . . .
states of being get cuckolded
into meaningful states.
it is the sketch art
of rendering experience.
it is the reductionism
of rational mind's interpretation,
the phenominalization
of pre-experience's worth,
where nuance occurs
before labeling attends,
where what is, is before
what is known takes it place.
where mentality, as flashcards,
is attempting to name.
what if state of being
has no rational shorelines?
what if to go there,
leaves all else obvious out of frame?
what if that there is deeper
than previous knownness ?
what if 'there' does not answer to inquiry?
what if one goes 'there'
as part of being there, originally?
how much of self is unknowably unknown?
are there states of being
that come and go without recognition?
their shared enormity,
that ghosts us all,
but separately?
what if void is not empty
but bountiful?
how does perception of void falter
in its observation?
what if presence from 'there'
is too remote to bring some back?
is interpretation ever essence
present and reserved?
states of being seem boundless
but unidentifiable.
how can they then be called states of being?
there is nothing referential
from within the essence.
no essence is accommodating interpretation's efforts.
referential is a state of banishment
from essence source.
what to know provides the distance from it,
to know of it.
if you were essence,
would knowing have relevance?
languaging is a form of swimming
so as not to drown.
states of being do not model themselves
for observational purposes.
if it happens,
share from where you are,
that can.
eventually, we all will journey
to where no place exists.
where where has no location
and our means has transcended itself
as beyond the service and skills
of referential
that ever gets to be . . .
you are beautiful to part of me
and beyond beauty to the rest of me.
I look into you
to see a deeper me emerging.
you call me out,
by your presence.
I want to meet you,
where the energetics constantly climax,
where being, as separates,
makes no sense,
and in oneness,
to live to defy the odds,
to present,
as if normally self endowed,
but to hum that oneness alive,
to bend the laws of blend into beyond,
to merge that beyond,
to what meaning can't attend,
to make coalesce
look like a simple embrace,
yet venture is into a oneness,
that comes to express.
beautiful is my fallback position,
when feelings seem
as separateness to express.
I want for nowhere to go,
always as a presence,
after leaving behind
the sense of an us.
we have had, in reflection, lifetimes.
but no measure of time
ultimately serves this means.
there is nothing to be said about this.
the energetics are a constant speak.
beauty is an audience perspective.
beingness is a oneness invitational . . .
