ode, to live on 7/12/19

I don’t want to live on,

as if for the quench of it.

I‘m willing to set all my desires 

as if they live 

as meaningful cause, aside.

to let my rational mind wander off, 

solely, on its own.

to not be 

in the human nature of feel

but rather in the essence 

of its isness.

to not be

by recognition’s account

nor the dust of knowing 

beckoned to return.

let the  ‘be’ of me 

make its own way 

before language can form,

where cohesion and coherence are 

in the eternal commingle,

where before ‘audience’ 

was ever invented,

be of that ‘there’ 

before identification ever occurred, 

be before ‘oneness’ 

ever had a term referring.

I am then, now, and thereafter.

commitment has no need to form.

I leave acknowledgment for its formatedness,

presence for its self aware,

dignity for its distinctiveness in contrast

and the understanding of love, 

for its immediate implications.

I go no further 

in the sense of time

or in the need for space.

if only,

to surrender the all of it.

where essence doesn’t know 

the rigors of its isness,

where no next is ever coming 

yet ever is the flow,

where light has no speed 

but is ever the constancy,

and where in-breath is

and out-breath was and will be . . .