Everything
humanly said out loud
is
but skip stones launched
upon
the surface waters of consciousness.
Surely
some splat,
some
with curlicues have immediate dance
and
some with zip and spin
have
far carriage in space and time
across
the surface attention
that
we have as our commonplace
throughout
the day.
Surely
the hand of the mind
and
the grip of intention
create
the launch of these word-stones.
But
the waterworks,
be
it stream, lake, puddle, or ocean
have
more than surface consciousness
to
meet and greet the incoming.
More
than ripples, more than waves,
are
the eventual settling places
with
complete immersion
of
these pronouncements,
sinking
into the deep liquid
of
the collective consciousness
beyond
the undulations
of
the substantive wave range.
Know
this,
your
every thought matters
in
this cosmic continuum.
Oneness
happens in this way
without
the obviousness of fanfare
or
the presumed clarity
that
we all agreed to agree.
The
apparent surface diversity still carries
the
oneness gene in all of us,
onward
inside every uttered word . . .
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