Agreement’s Sake

I am base jumping

into stillness,

a free fall

in all directions

towards surrender,

a timeless manifest

beyond all manners,

leaving behind all positions

as iconic images

from the fleeting past.

No post cards

from the edge

where we all

secretly gather together.

We are only mindsets

of perception apart,

a quality of breath

at most, is the separation.

Molecules of our experiences

are our minor differences.

The majority of our particles

share in the same interior drum

of spaciousness

but we are very unsaid

about that

for the mouthpiece

of experience best expresses

as extremes,

our differences.

Even our language

ushers us away

towards the frailty

of agreement’s sake.

We are base jumping

into stillness,

a free fall in all directions

as if surrender,

is a timeless manifest

beyond all manners

leaving behind all positions

as iconic things of the past.

no postcards,

one drum,

unsaid,

away . . .

from the distancing

of agreement’s sake . . .