sensing the action of the seacoast,
slowly undressing me.
sensing the wonderment of a passive sky,
staring down on my newly exposed.
ever casting myself
in a feminine frame of mind.
not wanting the porn of time to interfere.
to be out of reach
of the e-roc-tic-toc.
wanting for the beyond
of what desire pleasures,
for the enraptured stories
that experience wants to tell, to end.
for a now, that is never ending
and therefore seeks no return.
for me, to take leave
of audience and reception,
to only be
in the evocative language of mood,
emotionally expressing,
to be of no moving parts,
that are not already sacred in action,
to be of the unrealized whole,
ever enveloping,
as if every awareness is
only as an aperture attending.
where isness is a presence,
as engendered sleeping-awakeness,
as that aliveness that lives within
its integrities unconfined,
as the abstract of absolute,
yet intimately presenting,
as sensuous beyond sensory,
without the need
or the kneading of spacial occupancy,
stayed in the presence of the present,
without past or futures as confines,
as the orgasm of now,
in its richness,
of timeless blessing . . .
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