mindful as ample

the meltdown from reality is

as a fixating enterprise,

as if the constant influx of frontal in-flow, 

as the evaporative of unceasing privated whispers.

there is the constant cold 

from the stare down of incessancy, 

as if the vertical intention of gravity 

was the essence of a continuous prayer.

there, in the absence of speech, 

is buried the enrichment,

from our stalking of silence,

beyond the sulking of our sensory aware. 

we have allowed for this marching band of mime

to parade for us,

as if as our awareness watches.

yet we, quite beside ourselves,

are as feathers from the heavens, 

floating on down the river of forever,

in a collective symphony of unseenness,

yet sensorially compelled 

to be in overwhelm as display.

we, with our sensory, 

as a countryside smile,

who are given witness 

to yet a revolution 

of every forthcoming dawn.

how grandiose is this matriarchal lead elephant

of each one's spirit from within?

ever guiding each of us,

through this terrain of passing moments.

for we are there, fully there,

to lip-sink all the choruses of reality as song,

yet inwardly 

to surmount all the tactiles of distraction,

reweave of all karmic indiscretions

and clear-slate ascend, 

as if nothing, 

ye, nothing,

does really matter.

and mindful is as empty, 

but vastly ample

and yet burgeoning, 

full of grace . . .