experience is only method

 

if space is traveling 

faster than the speed of light,

than space can't be measured by time,

because space is than 

outside of the 'now' continuum. 

space, as a paradigm of time usage,

has limited usage,

as the experience of space-time

is in-debt-ed to a fallacy, 

as if knowing can comprehend only in movement

but not in conclusionary stasis. 

therefore the static-ness of languaging 

falsifies the true nature of existence

for the sake of our perceptual style.  

its essential intentional failure

is the promoting fixedness as understanding.

where future is in a language of all verbs,

as everything is a constancy of motion.

fluid comprehension is different 

than static traditional understanding,

where our comprehension is 

a fixedness of still-shot-focus on motion

yet in the constancy of the ever-change,

which is beyond our method 

of memory as still-shot retention.

we need more retention of a method

other than our attention on image-memory. 

our primary brain usage 

cannot be assigned to a status of fixedness.

but more so, 

onto an ongoingness  

as immersive into fluidness, 

not wanting for, 

the static-ness of thought as retention,

but for the isness of conscious immersion.

for the way we have mindfulness,

is to travel apparently forward,

with a prominent amounts 

of memory-retention baggage

on a experiential life-journey 

as if in a vain of existence as ongoing travel,

with a sense of ongoing add-on retention, 

as if experiential memories in return.

yet our evolution has a 'now' as full bore.

mental labor, attending to the past,

is not an integrity dedicated to isness

by falsely manifesting 

as a pseudo currency of now.

the justification for all of our techniques,

falsely honors the past,

by mind-techniques that are rooted, 

almost unconsciously,

yet function as productive, 

towards futurized account,

when our use of conscious memory 

is a falsehood of futurizing the now.

with our prominent mind-techniques 

that only gives experiential approximation

primarily based on skills and expectations 

gleaned from memory of the past,

as we keep repeating technique failures

as the fundamental basis of our approach. 

for us to advance,

the nature of experience has to radically evolve,

otherwise experience is complete evolutionary sabotage,

in which we are time-based 

and static noun-bound.

and we in all of our consciousness,

cannot leave the experiential witness bleachers

for complete presence in the isness field.

we are radiance filled,

before we are rationally preoccupied.

and yet, 

we can't seem to escape the experience barrier,

for the way we have conceived of its usage . . .

my awakening

the visual search

to find soft eyes upon me,

as if a bird's nest greets

with newborn chicks resting,

as if the body heat of another

bathing me with closeness,

as if sensation is anointing me

with emotional embodiment. 

is how awake should gather me,

for the visual embrace of the day.

to put my awareness towards delicacy

for the work of noticing.

into the bath of watercolor warmth, 

as the momentum for full body feel.

to blossom, 

as if to meet sunlight arrive . . .

celestial ponder too sacred

is there a celestial ponder too sacred?

not thought out,

but whimsied into awareness?

not rule-bound,

as if conjured as law?

but awe invitational,

not only by content,

but even further by means of aware.

not to register as known,

but more so,

as an elevated sense of selfdom,

beyond an egocentric species concern,

an inward awareness awakening,

as if levitational gravity-defying,

sensibilities not searching for specifics,

but glory bound into emersion's bask,

as if experience, as an audience,

is set aside,

for a holographic sense of being.

not as a self,

but as orgasmic of means,

not to dance,

but be of the dance,

energetic as a language base,

sung as a medium of expression, tonally,

expanding to be all of matter as sound,

a mixed media beyond our sensory range,

yet within us all.

un-beaconed, 

until our passage, within the now.

no more the audience sense of being,

but fully elaborate as intermingling.

losing its sense of separateness,

into unified zoom,

as ever the bloom, 

beyond the expression of time.

so have at that,

which is beyond the expression of time,

without the need of audience clarity.

be the of, 

of the one it.

having left depiction to be,

where there is no narrative to be,

just the before of timeless bliss,

the present filled, 

without knowingness,

and that which is within.

yet a journey for us,

to find ourselves

as this celestially sacred,

beyond the notion of separates

that have finally come to embrace . . . 

isness is but being

every moment,

as if composed of nano-seconds supplied,

is both the death of recognition's worth

and the birth of comprehension's grasp,

in a human's version of ongoing life.

as we made time, 

our awareness monitor

and our consciousness, 

as the splicing tool.

we have come from experiential t.v., 

before we invented look-see t.v..

we are born into livingness

and op out for the narrative account.

therefore, every moment takes on properties

of emotional, psychological, physical, and mentalization.

all as isms of potential conscious awareness.

all as inalienable elitist human rights,

ceremoniously dedicated to the human narrative,

as every moment by ongoing momentum.

we, as humans, are all of actor-audience skills.

we are consumed by our own business

and prop the world for our usage.

we have species concern,

as a form of consciousness entanglement,

as we are primarily limited 

by the end of knowing's reach

and by the driving forces for us to act out.

the rest is infighting and species situationals.

our common understanding of space is self.

beyond that, all is as contentiousness reigns.

every moment is only a framing style

for a mentalized version of depictionals to present.

we are of the essence as is all else,

yet functions as cluelessness, in that vain.

we would rather stage our beingness

and mentalize consciously, our accounting,

as if every moment is a prison window's view,

looking out into that which, 

we would want to make prison-life also.

how to leave behind our sense of occupancy

and arrive at a respectful sense of livingness,

as our livingness amongst all livingness.

we seem so unequipped to realize,

our journey is to a deeper within-ness,

where isness is not mentalized, 

but being . . . 

empathy is hardwired

how is empathy hard-wired but yet denied?

what is this learned intercession that confounds?

is it the self principle that overrides?

on the internal motherboard of each person,

where is that empathy switch located

and what will it take to rewire it back on?

does feel, in some, have no forthrightness?

does caring get worn out by self-neediness

or overwhelmed by the lack of intentional initiative?

how barricaded can a person become

where empathy has no basis in existence?

maybe for some, empathy is suspiciously selective.

in that, they can care for what they don't prominently fear.

while still for others, that blade of caring has no sharp edge.

mood has the grip 

and mental compartmentalization has control of the handle.

how did this character of override happen?

what made that line become a wall?

the essence board is still in place

but the access into consciousness is vagrant or lost.

it is shorted out or melted into oblivion.

heartfelt is completely muted but deeply carried along.

what tragic act out became the override?

how much was declared as self

and the more deeply denied?

one could say that trust became profoundly self-operative.

a self into an isolated existence

in which no other being

can knock on the compassion or empathy door.

the doors are all still there 

but to hear the knocking as permission to care 

seems to be barren of response.

those knocks only register as self in their own isolation.

frozen in the quicksand of fear as self-claimed.

feeling barren does not source the ability to give.

and the feel from there is concretized in tragedy.

the motherboard is there 

but the juice has no direction to present or be present.

and the motherboard has no sense of being self-nurturing.

in this case,

heartless is the motherboard in dysfunction

while the wiring is in a pattern of chaos interrupted

and the love, caring, and empathy dwell deep within

but have no or very limited carriage 

either to or through that self of being.

we all need a love from within

that allows for reverse engineering to occur

may we each become a schemata to another in need.

that in the privacy of their person,

they see, read, and feel,

as the template hardwire of another provides

that which was otherwise lost to oneself.

but now to venture as on

as empathy is the gene to oneness . . .