no language for that

there is a language in the mind

that will never be spoken,

but functions as a behavioral operative.

usually inwardly presented in mind-talk,

as conclusions made,

positions held,

with emotional backdrop silently supporting.

yet reserved for the privacy of the voluminous inner self.

there are some people who will impulsively voice,

while others of a listener status, 

either firmly tonally agreed 

or contest-ably chop-chop disagree.

say is like wallpaper

in an emotionally environmental room.

there, everything said is at best 

posterized in the saying.

if say gets me to you,

it was the tonal vibes that did the real work.

for when we align,

there is no agreement gotten or needed.

there is no audience response

when we are of the same vibrational space.

the mind is all billboard recognitions in passing.

I wanted to slow dance 

without spacial considerations,

not even the need for bodily contact,

just clarity of beings being.

it is unapproachable 

and yet simultaneous in the now of when.

no cause, just synchronicity made evident.

any words from then are distractive.

I could ask what are we, here?

what does all of this come to mean?

but then, when this fulfills, 

no questions remain.

embodiment beyond self

and self concerns are blooming to be.

and there is no language for that.

even experience is dimensionally 

and somewhat rigor-ingenuously altered . . .