The blessing
At the start of the blessing
quite innocently looking out
from my eyes
as what is out there
forms to look into me
there is an unsaid incantation
of intention between us
as any two people might do
we agree to ourselves
in this un-said-ness
there is a formal absence
in releasing
towards common intention
it is a settling
more as a clearing
and begins
a space is provided
without preconception
a pronouncement rolls forward
through her lips
a declaration is explained
as to how this will occur
last visual images are gathered
my eyes are resting
with this
as lids come down
a vacant visual sky
converts itself inwardly
other kinds of sensors
receive a permission
the emptiness is filled
with other dimensions
a mantra is lilting
homespun
and inwardly sung
a kind of a dial up
on the sound current
a creature of flight
materializes yet formlessly
an alignment reveals
an energetic avowal
a bird made of all-sky
lands upon my head
the talons are bundled
in crown cupping mittens
there is no grip
as if gravity were in the mix
as my need
but there is contact
as embrace and exchange
another dimension relaxes itself
into my brain
this transport appears
as a soft molasses by contact
a highly agitated liquid
of deep soothing proportions
there is surface
but more importantly seepage
all that is as surround
is migrating
towards my inner core
there is weightiness
as space becoming occupied
it is a gravity of animation
on the move
it is warm without heat
in greetings
it is unrevealing
in the trickledown
into my sensory range
space now appears
to have an unfamiliar intimacy
about it
at some point
I realize it
as a beneficent muted salvo
yet accompanied
by a three tone harmonic
as a background constant
it has reached placement
as if a bulb were planted
and fertile ground
were made ready
with this process
I recognize these elements
as from before the before
I am both on the outside
and the inside
at the same time
the balance of dimensions
is familiar and comforting
space
where there was no reference
to space occurs
her hands on my head
are softly removed
without vacancy as results
nothing of notice
has been disturbed
the hard wire is fully functional
in the normal mode
yet the carriage
of being is different
the source of presence
is altered to a deeper residence
a season
of immediate unfolding
has begun
reality will proceed
with its attention demands
unaltered
with needed involvement
and the necessity of attention
yet in simultaneity
a process will dance itself alive
it will preoccupy
without distraction
it will consume
without destruction
it will lend and blend
without deference intended
a time tunnel
will have been my interpretation
when looking back four days later
as words surface to reveal
there is carriage
as if a different source point
for gravity
experience is so much
just the surface of it
. . . for what else is
. . . abounds
I have no declaration
about the differences
there is little to say
about it as a shift
it is more like
an expansion to include
without reference
“it all is as it flows’
of prominent trust
ongoing as ocean
is its own wisdom
as nurturance needs
no recognition of its service
as space is the petal path
for is-ness
to provide perception
so much of objectification
is expressed in a yawn
as I yawned
an energy correction
and then
there is this bottle
as a bottle in an ocean
the note within the bottle
had been written
ten thousand times
this particular life
is to live it
as a script
and now
in an ocean of dissolve
to eliminate the bottle
and allow the script
an operative means
without restraint
to become . . .
not a ship
upon the many seas
but a seamanship of service
to an ocean wise
there is a viscosity to being
living through it all
where like attracts like
and oneness professes itself
without dimensional display
movement is then blessedly so
without wonder . . .
without witness . . .
without time means
this is everywhere
. . . and there
thriving as an undisclosed
yet deeply supporting now
(grateful)
as the inner tides . . .
