the do and the be

meaningful truth is a conscious attempt at grounding.

energetic truth is the livingness of consciousness,

beyond and behind any attempts at understanding.

so many layers added to attention's efforts,

for a truth to surface and be evidential,

yet stay constant in follow up and follow through,

as if a task of self-caring awareness is in order.

otherwise there is this vacant buoyancy of self,

that prods along, body vaguely reporting but intact. 

mind without any conclusions reigning down,

just in receivership of what the senses are offering,

as a familiar state of the ongoing, 

needing only sensory hits, 

as touchstones now and then.

and then unexpectedly,

recognition gets a grip, 

a forthcoming to hone in on

or a flashback bent on a upsurge of memory.

this as almost as a road sign in the mind track, 

set up as awareness testing one's participation

in the moment as passing as a bed check,

yet the day's conveyer belt is in motion as oncoming

and the load of remembers and to do's appears.

one could be a dock worker of the self, 

to handle how next moments are to fill

with the meaningful distractions of daily life in need.

yes, sure, groundedness is an essential happening. 

a deeper witness uses all of this as backdrop,

for a clearing of the philosophical or psychological throat

and a perking of the inner ear for self dialogue to say.

at this point, a layering occurs,

the carry-on continues.

maybe a slight pause in physical animation might happen,

just for focusing purposes.

and this inner voice says something, 

as a bright spot of high contrast, 

as a remark beyond what a mirror could hope to present,

or as a say, from the wide sweep of being.

not a summary but a passing statement,

that redirects the whole of the self composition.

a source spot is consciously identified.

something of self-sacred carriage is acknowledged. 

more then a reason for,

more than an accolade reminder,

maybe a wellspring of self is in the first order.

spirit is realized as the driver,

yet not overly demonstrated but definitely present.

physical gravity takes a step back as an influencer.

the surround becomes more of a theater. 

the being has an expanding presence.

all of the labor has a light-work to it.

whatever, as mind-compelling is softer.

whatever the tedium 

has softer surface and rounded edges,

instead of the burden of living.

there is the carriage of a sacred truth unrevealed,

yet present without further explanation needed.

one is the bearer of a richness, 

that goes on without fanfare or needed follow through,

just inner beaming with possible outer glow.

even one's voice 

is hurled from a slightly different source,

not by topic identified, 

but by tone in deliverance.

all these measures of the self are now muted down.

the self, in carriage, comes from a deeper space within.

not saying it is wholly identified, 

but in residence, clearly in bloom.

consciousness has its seasons and its timeliness.

all out days are filled with this ebb and flow,

in self witness.

not so evident,

as if to gain or advantage, 

but ever so the balance between ,

the outer world onslaught

and the inner world ongoing.

there is the border-town of self awareness.

and we all hang there as our cultural heritage.

yakking to the outer, in incentives or responses.

and listening to the inner in vacancy or inner dialogue.

generating the energy, as if motivation

to carry one in both,

but longing for the inner 

to be made evident and declared. 

how hard to carry a bucket full of brilliant light 

on a reality trail of encumbrances,

and not have spillage gone astray. 

and tiresome suggest brakes and shutdowns, 

as acceptable of passing through the day.

what skills of self awareness define this?

that meaningful truth 

is a conscious attempt at grounding,

while energetic truth 

is the livingness of consciousness . . .