as if time was ever the measure 7/29/19

I want to leave all memories behind 

for aliveness.

not that they are not historically relevant,

but I want the kiss of now 

embracing me.

no, not for the momentary impression made

but for being lost 

in a timeless immersion,

where I am becoming nameless 

and without any identity out to save me.

I want to be usurped 

by a dimension beyond belief,

that recognizes me from the inside out,

that gives me a sense of being before experience.

for who we really are 

when we have no more verbal account.

for memory veils upon us 

in unforgeting but muting ways.

it is as a distortion 

away from calling out for timeless time.

but how we are humanly impressionable 

stalls us, into slower versions of being aware. 

we are than laden 

by what current reality versions command.

each moment as is, 

is experientially an aftermath of what really is real.

for us to be on the comeback from this

to actually be transformational from within.

we are not the need to be making up ground. 

but more so we are to ascend 

to a different medium of being.

gone are these daze spent 

in our circular journeys

as if time was ever the measure 

for this calling . . .