what wood, would do

as long as there is

and we are experiential of there is,

dualistic thinking presents

that style of presentation as such.

everything, as pointed out,

has to be framed.

and the framing is done by contrast,

even as high in contrast.

there is the singularity of joy

amidst an assembly of quasi-antonyms, 

from misery to sorrow to woe,

from melancholy to sadness to depression.

gratitude surfaces from thanklessness.

praiseworthy conquering blame.

appreciation standing tall

in a stream of subdued criticism.

excitement front stages monotony.

everything about focus

eventually comes to reside in conclusion's stance.

we are all taking selfies

of our frame of minds.

and then attention spans eventually wander off.

we are an endless road 

of aim-less audience perspectives.

the casting director of self is ever on the search.

experience has to be beholding 

as to entertainment potentials.

so far, dualistic thinking is best served

as a morality play,

either right against wrong

or good battling bad

or getting ugly out of the frame

or the right livelihood of like

and the muting of deplored.

and the constancy of all of this is

positionality as the residence of conclusion's made,

as if decisions falsely rule our world,

in case you wanted bliss without boundaries.

we haven't trained for that.

want downright happiness?

well we only get an audience perspective to work with,

as comparative truth might offer, 

during the coursework of the day.

it may initially seem silly

but dualistic thinking

possessed in linear thinking

is over-pronounced by conclusions made.

this does not lend itself well

towards what we would possibly claim 

as a worthy goal of consciousness.

all we get is self as sub-standardized,

and constant maintenance as generalized upkeep.

sure we can meditate upon occasion,

well behind the reality pretext.

but we are meditating all of the time.

it's just that we can't get there

as a given.

we have to, 

by our current method of mind usage,

make a decision,

create a context of transition,

arrive with only observational skills at hand

and proceed to experience ourselves,

as if we are meditating.

yet we are and were meditating all of the time.

but access and presence 

and radiance there of?

that's all a rarity. 

and if and when

our impulsive first reaction

is to phenomenalize the experience of it,

we are blessedly an exasperating process.

is there a yoga for this?

it has been said,

the mind beating out the mind.

but imagine our life to be a koan.

I think of it this way.

you believe yourself to be

the artist that dwells within.

you work in the charcoal of existence.

you life is the ever canvass.

and the very personal goal,

no matter the renderings you produce,

no matter the remarks received

or the rewards achieved,

is the beyonds of your goal.

given where we currently are,

with our sense of our self,

is to ever remain the essence 

of the spirit of the charcoal

on its considerably difficult journey

back to the oneness. 

beyond its fiery transitions,

into its current presence, 

as a transition from  

its original physical organic birth . . .

(that wood would become

what wood would do

to keep the spirit alive,

although deeply disguised,

is in a wardrobe 

of what charcoal impressions 

appear to be humanly made . . .)