to fulfill the evermore

what if I live to un-see, to un-know, to un-sense, 

yet travel on the conveyor belt of experience?

can't get off of the greater sense of getting on.

how to cease with, 

the input overwhelm,

the narrative inward over-speed,

the sensory onslaught ever forthcoming,

the sense of definite and directedness,

the compulsion of said consciousness.

to become deeper of the beaming?

to be witness beyond the need to express?

have at the hologram,

without holding it as focus up?

be of the eternal output generatively so?

as if of a oneness beyond the sense of mingling?

to be of essence, 

beyond its expression of being so?

where "I" is nothing personal, 

with no sense of depictional or narrative involved?

where all is embrace of one-of-a-kindness?

beyond any sense of intermingling,

but more of expressive confluence, blessedly so?

can't have a thought of that,

without emotional in over-flow.

as if emotionally streaming 

is in an endless outpour.

where everything is but of nothing, 

but the deluge of oneness in flow-torrents,

pouring to fulfill the ever-more . . .

referencing the now

the method of referencing the now, 

puts me in the imminently recent past, 

as these methods ordain that process.

I want to be of the consciousness 

of non-name-ability.

where the sensory of feel 

has awareness prominence.

wanting my awareness to be 

of full empty occupancy.

of that which is not translatable 

into any language bias.

to be of the it of it,

as if normalized sensory

is a second-hand opinion.

to be of an inward energetic 

that has a full occupancy 

beyond the capacity to witness 

in a sensing way.

to be of an air of awareness 

that rivals sensing experience, 

but without a sense of separateness 

or a position of self aware

as a means of orientation.

or without a separate sense 

of self-witness administering.

where knowing functions as a protection system 

premised on anticipatory fear.

to sense the totality of the universe 

as the initial version of a comprehensive self.

and what is heard 

as an original tactile sense of felt 

is an internal sound 

that is the composite 

of an enormity of frequencies 

all in the same integrative pitch.

where one's feel of the universe 

is of one sense,

and that sense is 

enormously intimately holographic.

imagine gravity is like a spatial language 

spoken as if heard as fluid is motion.

with this as consciousness,

there is no sense of self occupancy.

where to preface has no definitional sense 

of futurized existence.

one is in the definite free-fall 

of the ongoing yet of timelessness.

fluid is the expression of the whole 

as emotion is impressioned knowing.

where ambience is an awareness existence 

as dynamic ongoing presence.

memory is paid forward 

with an absence of thought.

where mindfulness does not measure 

in components for interactional account.

where there are no dimensional effects 

from indifference or intent.

all of oneness is the action 

of verbiage unrealized.

where stoicism is unrealizable dimensions 

of instantaneousness as motion. 

nothing has profound relevance 

where think is as presence 

and thought is as absence are resolved.

where mindfulness is a false projection 

of sensory input as if observed.

motion is intelligence 

without experience feedback for results.

motion is the essence of time

in a now equation.

as if swimming in the ocean

is the intimate mind work 

to become an evaporative.

to see without the immediacy 

of retention working at it.

where motion is essence privileged,

yet mentally literally denied . . .

I have dreams

I have dreams 

from before I can remember.

I have to remind myself, 

as a person, of who I am.

this human being thing seems like an act-out 

of something deeper.

what I want to say, 

I can't fit into meaningful words.

there is something else deeply going on, 

beyond this reality pretext.

this feels like higher consciousness, 

but not mindfully so.

I can't go by my attention span, 

as a directive of my being.

all of my daily routines 

feel for a fringe of listlessness.

common cause has to be more, 

than topic bound to matter.

I don't want agreement anymore. 

I want the feel of alignment.

mentally, I don't feel that anything happening 

would deeply surprise me.

there are so many money-chase hidden-agendas, 

as concerns, to even bother with.

there is a need for face-to-face, 

that builds an immediate warmth, 

is all to ask for. 

not interested in chasing blame, 

just want a sense of direction.

now feels more like huddling together 

rather than gathering for enjoyment.

I now spend money on things, 

as a necessity request.

really tired of living 

on past conclusions made, 

sadly affecting now.

having an even keel

is clearly now, an inner process.

which is somehow why,

I have dreams, 

from before I can remember . . .

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 . . .