tis the nature of intervention

data mining plays on the instrument of linear thought.

technology is ever setting the stage,

assuming the illusion of relevant information

that passes through this moment of attention span.

consciousness use to go for long walks,

reciting in the form of passive mind relevancy.

now all information has sidedness to it.

positionality has made everything into a prop fest.

the sky of the mind is cluttered with 

decisions that have the philosophy of directedness. 

everything observable is an eye chart test.

brain function has taken on a monitoring aspect.

genuine has lost its language base.

anything referential is a card played.

motive has the sweaty hands of capitalism on it.

it's getting harder for birds of the mind to fly in free air,

since occupancy has territorial undertones to it.

big stories had chapter headings to them.

now, line by line, takes on a reverence. 

everyone is somewhat camping out emotionally.

intimacy is now a campfire using the wood of strangeness.

meaning is like a fortune cookie's trite wrapper saying.

no one is prepared to digest a big truth.

simple acts done un-together, 

make for a sequential procession to occur.

and this procession is not a parade in the making,

but a need for emotional reverence to find a shared cause.

noting that understanding is what bystanders do

and the mind of science is only the science of mind.

what feels would want to collectively coalesce,

but doesn't have a language base to gather from.

such is the need for a higher intervention.

no not government, nor any rational enterprise.

maybe species itself, 

in a self sensorial undertaken.

certainly a multidimensional sense of enterprise.

we are all metaphorical penguins, 

huddled in the winter 

of our as far apart as we can be gathering.

vacant minds surviving on emotional body heat.

looking to speak a language without words or topics,

for something in the coalesce and reverence-for range.

possibly realizing the truth can never be in a spoken word.

motivation can never be the result of an action taken.

domain can never be a form of reductionism accepted.

say can never fully express to the level of needs met.

for the human predicament is self induced.

and the self concept suffers in its isolative tendencies.

there are no lyrics to explain us, 

even to ourselves.

all of the apparel of identity is just wardrobe as affect.

we now use hurt and anxiety as a way of bonding.

depression is the work of night watchmen, 

seeing nothing.

and we are lead to believe 

that cognition is going to save our asses,

make us an amends,

and coerce us into a make-believe as a resolve.

mind wags tail 

but emotion makes for dog . . .

the service of tea

the perfect cup of tea

is served from origins of

soil, spring, seedpods or cuttings, 

with sunlight and shade.

it is an essence brewed

by oxidation,

transmuting its form

into its vibration orgasm. 

vibrant, 

as is its organic sensorial pronouncement.

from sip into taste, 

in a transcendent transformation, 

as an evolution of flavored embodiment.

it is in the illusion of this sequencing,

leaf into liquid, 

carrying flavor 

as its impact of taste,

into a substance 

surpassing normal sensation, 

evoking a presence,

leading to an inner existence, 

outside of time-worthy distinction.

from leaf to cup,

to taste, 

to soulful presence awakening

in manifested transcendency . . .

to see, or to sense

look at, 

look into, 

look through,

look at,

as if recognition is grandly served.

look into, 

as if for emotional appraisal.

look through, 

as if there is a deep field presence.

look at,

from where you start, 

to see from where you look.

look into,

as if you feel inwardly,

for what sight can offer.

look through,

to sense of a shared harmonic presence.

look at, 

to summon what you have to offer, 

by seeing.

look into,

to find where conversation would serve best.

look through,

as if we are already sharing common energetics.

look at, 

to provide for space to be in receivership, thereof.

look into,

to appreciate the depth of the narrative 

before it is spoken.

look through,

to common the energies 

before all else comes to matter.

look at,

as if something is richly being offered to you.

look into,

to provide for connection to come easily.

look through,

as if no further conversation is needed to occur.

eye to eye

has so much to say, 

faster and deeper than one's mouth can convey.

observation has so many rich levels,

beyond what the mind registers from sight.

the senses work so much more

with what emotional receptivity 

does with the intake.

it's a wonder that language settles 

for such blatant visual accounts,

when what we essentially wanted from sight,

eventually comes to reside 

in emotional worth . . .

the world of the roar

when you roar R&R

(rest and relaxation).

only to inwardly then ask.

when does snow melt 

to its own satisfaction?

when a leaf falls

and the ground appears too soon?

when punctuation marches off

away from the sentence parade root?

when rain's gravity has an absence of thought

and viscosity has to cover for that?

when victimhood has no physical evidence

and thus relies on emotional appeals?

how does the roar come to hear 

in its echo,

as if reverberations are a just reward?

would a massive parting of the sea

just represent then, a walk in the desert?

is high contrast an essential

in determining a just sequential-ness for reward?

just how does R&R really work?

is it a just confessional 

for over-efforting's compliance yet complaint?

does drivenness have otherwise unnoticed side-affects?

has expectation reached beyond its productive grasp?

so if a bird, high in the trees

is preening itself,

does the flight of that lost feather 

have need to journey 

so that the bird perceives itself

as ultimately benefitting the ground?

you laugh.

but is it at the platitude of circumstance 

or at the eruptive vehement response?

are you that bird?

the one that roars

rather than crow . . .

and . . .

if I move deeply into your eyes,

I move out of a body experience.

I am having a dialogue that leaves language behind.

it passes through sounding as if hearable

and then into some form of emersion, 

that dismisses the naming of things,

anything based on referentials, 

any sense of space as absent from here and now.

I came as a person, 

in a separate from,

and that is all vanquished as non-relevant.

I am for now emittance,

an integrity of emittance.

I have no know or reciprocal sense. 

there is no long term to a logic or knowability.

if I have a pointedness to focus,

it is slowly relinquishing that as a skill.

for without time as a hindrance,

knowing, as if featuring a self, 

is, long a sense of isolation, now lost.

now is present

and there is no referential to existence.

robust is,

but the experience of it 

has no acknowledged retention.

even experience as a registry is gone.

memory is uselessly faint in passing.

eventually the now, as if termed,

is so deeply and profoundly fabriced, 

that there is no time-space language-based. 

there is no audience, 

for scale or reference or narrative.

imagine is boundless,

yet there is no one separate from 

for its usage to be invented or discovered.

just stripping away everything known,

then stripping away the capacity to know,

then relinquish awareness in any sense

as separate from,

then be of that which does not, as separate, exist, 

that is in and of unity without the referentials.

just the be, 

beyond the proposition of

all time and space.

that you have the thought of that,

is the seed essence 

to imagine into vibrationally radiant

but without generating experience as the sideshow.

it's a leap that leaves these words,

leaves the thoughts that were generative

and centers upon,

beyond what understanding as entry could offer.

strip away all the wardrobe of being as aware,

and be the oneness of being . . .