from a think status,
thought is only a means of rational intervention.
our beings want to override this,
for expansion and immersion purposes.
time is essence,
before the clockwork of a now.
truth is valued as an isness,
before it becomes the property of mindfulness.
meaning is fleeting,
even as it registers,
as if as a skip rock,
tossed across a lake surface.
limitless questions never face deliberate answers.
blessedly, they carry on in a yearning sort of way.
yet plain sight hides everything almost everywhere
and we are eventually memos on clipboards,
reminders for the wheres and the whens.
we are in love,
as if wearing experiential overalls.
all our cheap thrills are memorably, hand-me-downs.
so occasionally we go to the moon,
even for a short glance.
and we come back satisfied.
these heavenly neighbors,
even in their privacy,
contribute to our sanity
for being alive . . .
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