Oneness consumes 2/16/17

‘Think’ is an extensive vacation

away from the quantum of being.

Experience is a deterrent method of that journey.

It would seem

that I have been traveling so long

that I have the mind of a nomad.

Every place that I meet up with someone else,

we are in a place like an airport,

a bus depot or a train station.

We have an agreed upon convention

of locality in a here to there way.

Nobody is home, well, few are at home

and everyone else is on their way

to going home.

If per chance, I have memories of home,

they are faint and subject to recall,

ever so fleeting as it is.

If I possibly meet somebody

who reminds me of home,

we are hard pressed

to have a shared exchange about it.

Only in our stillness can we embrace

as the ambience from then brought forward.

And if we do,

often my experience wants to steal me away

from that presence of right then.

Memories are a method

of crossing my mental-postcards,

with wet ink but of course, hand cramped,

never to be fully written

or actually sent to anyone.

Its seems that this journey I am on

requires little or no accessories

and often I find myself

to be excess of baggage myself

unto my being along the way.

When I am home, as an epiphany,

I realize there is no questioning to quantum.

There is no spacial consideration

or timely manner.

Oneness then consumes me

beyond the awareness of any effect.