when, in wide-eyed gaze,
foreground and background meld,
there is no depictional receivership.
being is not waiting on audience reception.
wonderment is a wholism of immersion.
mindful is not a homebound residence.
presence-expressing is its continuance as flow.
if experience,
it is as an ocean occupancy.
no elementals front stage
as if for show.
that which is, dances itself.
location has forgetfully lost its mittens.
sight is rhythmic and interactively pulsing.
sensory is not destined as reporting.
sensory is uncaged,
cross weaving,
not personally owned any more.
free spirit lost its name-tag early on.
embrace is atmosphere.
if a term is needed to be expressed,
experience is ever actualizing of itself.
one has no time for audience perspective.
fluid is its own language ever forming.
now is ever sacredly close at hand.
existence is all source-fully expressive.
nothing is posing.
even recognition is timeline out of step.
the use of the brain in a traditional sense,
is drug overdose.
mindful(L), is spelled with two l's.
the damn of cognition is broke open.
it is the presence of the ever-pour.
there is no thing,
without its own energetic truth emanative.
isness is ever passing through.
I am overdressed with words.
what I would want to say,
leaves words as if,
still shots of the past.
everything is sound,
as it leaves physical occupancy.
wide eyes is sensory,
until one's cells awaken to the generative.
then one's being becomes wide-eyed attentive.
there is no more that is happening.
(the experience of) oneness is . . .
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