experience surrendered

tall chambers of steadfastness forrest before me,

at the precipice of my sensory intake's calling.

sheer drops are sighted in all directions, 

yet reborn within me as up-takes levity-ascending,

having no registry denying lighthearted passage.

all of upward movement is prayer-like forming.

gravity is compellingly head-bound upliftings.

weightless and embodied expansive is the feeling.

all of sound is heard as purring within me.

all sight has nothing with edges embrace-approaching.

I have touch with the intimacy of distance enveloping.

nothing of awareness is cognition or capture.

movement is the chorus we all, in deliberation, sing.

harmony is the diversity that closeted-oneness ever intones.

even that which appears as stoic hardness, subtly dances.

the busy mind of stillness is minutely imperceptibly a croon.

shoeless knowing walks until levity generates the gate, 

then light-hearted completes each statement made.

then I have no why's or where-for's or how's.

the life, postured as questioning, has come and gone.

all of memory has lost a need for the dimension of time.

what it is, that it is, is seamlessly so, in presenting.

and who am I, has no audience sense of existence.

I can't be taken to where I am not already in existence.

I have no self as baggage, transit or means.

even the sense of an 'I' was a last observation, 

before withheld oneness became the onrush, 

the avalanche, the deluge, consummately complete . . .