the unboundaried continuum of emptiness 12/11/19

to feature the unboundaried continuum of emptiness,

as in reception of what is; 

vast there, is a drop in the consciousness bucket.

all of what experience offers is but a short journey.

sensing, gift-wrapped in all of time, is a small package.

experience of this, is the immediacy onset of monotony. 

one has to undress from thought-apparel to bathe. 

a sense of scale is the admittance of one’s naïveté.

the relinquishment of a sense of self 

is formally a deliverance from a previous vacuum.

human-sensory is a box-full of colorful crayons,

burning as candle-wax in the dark of a new moon night.

all of what is known is now, a single in-breath of being.

all of dimensionality now has no gravity

but is functioning movement based on its drawnness.

here, the integrity of oneness 

is beyond unannounced spacial considerations.

contemplation is but a journey across a mind-desert

to enter into a grain of sand.

thought existed as rain, then love as ocean

becoming mystical by evaporation

and god-like as clouds.

this is the means whereby weather became a religion.

here, it is inferred that void is the surface of a mirror

reflecting the sensory conundrum of a paradoxical view.

and all of thought is locality, losing its sense of direction.

and that in the historical use of language, all nouns posed

as if identification was their hustle

and all verbs had the unrealized isness of soul.

while here every new thought 

is dawn on the planet of being.

and the notion of experience is just an free-ticket to ride 

in an amusement park that has no nouns.

and in the unboundaried continuum of emptiness, 

a human lifetime of experience was a surface fiber

on the welcome mat 

at the front door of the universe,

where the comings and the goings 

were worn as understandings just in their passing . . .