grappling on the fringe of edginess,
using subtle sensory,
noted differences as guides,
not wanting images of definiteness
but visionless inter-dimensional passage,
grossly from a sense of water liquidity to air
and from air liquidity to exquisite vibratory
and from vibratory liquidity
to soulful unmanifest
and from unmanifest weeping
to the slightest of essence,
stripping away whatever cognition
as baggage along the way.
from knowing to sensing,
from sensing to feeling,
from feeling to being,
from being to unrealized,
from unrealized to essence,
if necessary.
to be in the wisdom of essence
and be,
unrealized free.
no more contention with cogitation,
no more relatedness as means,
no more the victimhood of retention,
no more the misery of time mentored.
even space occupancy having no relevance.
to be where this reverence has no posture,
where integrity has isness as its rules,
where beingness has no boundaries,
where having no thoughts that stand out,
where freedom has no definitive stance
and where where itself
has habitation of note.
what I have just said has time-traveled,
to be the past departing from words,
as the art-form of language in past use,
before it of itself
relinquishes into combust . . .
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