is there a self
without the wardrobe of experience,
where oneness is that self, fully present,
a oneness without self as definable?
are there words that can't be the paint
used to cover a canvas of emotion,
where the canvas is an ocean
and words only cover the surface as float?
can the seduction of context actually form
where meaning is fully derived
in bystander presence of action's taken
yet motive is open to editorial surmise?
is there actual ineffectiveness to efficiency
as a form of strip-minding of consciousness,
when the over-usage of attention on task
lessening the wealth of presence from the surround?
does apparent efficiency in an over-focus technique
that prescribes towards stress in effortings,
in the wardrobe of intended thought,
have ever fully covered the nudity of feelings inside?
is there a story to be told
when stimulus has no framing
and entry is invitational immersion
yet, the framing is ever there by its absence?
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