what is happening 12/31/17

paradox, at its source,

is a monopoly predicament

it’s refined mind trickery

contradictions are only reflecting mirrors

but we primarily see the topic for the tease

oxymorons are only presenting

on the expression runway

filled with fashion-poses

alluring to current mind styles

what we claim as puzzlement,

as out there

is really only solutional-mind in restraints

if we could only kiss

the ring of our brains

as the rightful chosen leader

of our beings

even our logic serves

as court jesters to fancy

dualistic thinking always has vat-filled pratfalls

pitting itself into dichotomy intrigue

as if you can’t have the one

without the other

senses are addicted to contrast perceptual reporting

mind makes no sense

out of the oneness of it all

or even the complexity of oneness,

diversified

we can’t be part of the big picture

or how else would we come to observe it?

experience itself is a koan

in the way we approach with it

imagine if we had the mind-fix

to realize in the big picture,

paradox is a mind stifle offered

a stampede of unanswerables from within

contradictions just hawk linear minds to death

for now,

topic in the national news

is for profit

and not for answers

luckily we pray to the god of details

to save us

linearity is a lozenge

to either swallow whole

or choke on

life sucks by every other means . . .

we go on 12/30/17

I got on track

to what I was thinking

a gravity of cause

then lifting me

is this how motivation works?

I feel like baggage myself,

as a carry on

maybe there is a also check list

the mind screen needs

to be way more evident

relatedness surrounds me

more than clothing

I am the heart of the matter

but so vacantly involved in transit

I could implode

and that would make no difference

how did momentum capture me this way

I have an unwritten diary at hand

as imagined rocks

tossed into a tranquil pool

this inner vision sustains me

language does not have arms long enough

to have any of my words

meaningfully

spoon-fed to myself

as if to save me,

yet we go on . . .

puzzling 12/29/17

go is the act-out imperative god of my smallness

do is the M.C. of me introducing my next acts

forever, puzzle pieces to be discovered and placed

I was supposed to do border first as a meaningful life

never got the picture to work from

even sidedness can get to be an issue of concern

for it seems that both sides have a tactile contexts

paradox is forever the first task at hand

what sees and what feels must learn to work together

there is an edginess to discern with each piece

the downward cut of the next moment gives me surface

some call this common sense or moral aptitude

but I, as if blind, feel for the edges to know the truth

four corners, so far are my significant others

haven’t found them all as of yet,

but love and a sense of direction seems to start with them

border is so tough when I have been expecting interlocking

no one really said that was so but somehow I believe it

surprisingly, I  don’t know how many pieces either

but I am trusting that death is not the last piece

and the table is big enough for full assembly and view

is this as reality a flat out lie, then what am I doing?

of gold 12/28/17

weight also carries the dignity of gold

a precision in stance, so solidified

hidden agendas abound in the surround

a celebrity status as part of human existence

no one is there to demystify

gather all that glitters as detainees

ownership is the prevailing concept

righteous, as if there is the gold standard

a mindful reputation humanly held

audience provides for these, as vanities  

as if the showing off of material slaves

owning is such a stage presence

gravity and sight are sharing a private joke

it is beyond the mind of ownership

behold, the posture of gold

as humans remake its presentation

yet rainforests are relevant to humans

while gold is posing, as how statuesque

when rainforests are servants of our need

need to breath precedes want of desire

gold, false lynchpin of storied human endeavor

yet gravity honors the dance of the trees

with melodies that support, beseech and implore

while gold sits on its haunches

dormant that comes to shimmer

each using the mutterings of the sun

one as spirit, the other as shine

please know, we are served by breath

and hummed and hawed by sight . . .

the hologram of you 12/27/17

the hologram of you

is an interior spacial presence in me

occupying no space

out of a timeless means

filling me with an emanating sense,

an uncelebratable recognition that simply deepens,

an intimacy that expansively reveals,

a reflection of streaming traits in mutuality

taking me to deeper places within me

within you, within me

where we take up no space with differences

a sameness of expansion yet embraced

embodied harmony of we-being

the tuning forks of one play

a greater whole than just the two of us

unquestionably beyond givens as reasons

in dimensions otherwise unexpressed

living as answers to questions not yet formed

in a depth beyond what story would reveal

what I would want for all beings

without species consideration in request

diversity’s response to the oneness of it all

where I am embraced without being held

where I has no dominion as reverence overrides

this hologram of you is ever in the lure

to leave particulars aside

accounts, notwithstanding,

language lavishly abandoned as if not of need

even experience of this

is liquidity without specifics   

a sleep state of awakens flourishing

the up-rise of a fragrance that can’t be named

only imbibed as full absorption resides

my awakeness is a sleep state of this invitation

every time your presence, embryonic

revealing the hologram of beyond

ever the same, timeless and expanding

precipitous, the joyless joy

from unknown ever the inducement of expanse

yet deeply light-hearted we all are,

from within . . .