‘consistency’ is forever contradicted
by exposing the rigidity
of its limited point of view
‘order’ is where you think you are
but chaos is where you are at
and they tend to mysteriously arrive
unannounced at the same time
‘experience’ is the bias
of the time-space predicament
sensorially presented as if now
‘nothing’ transcends
what impermanence presents
and yet we cling to the free fall
of the objectified
‘change’ always travels
with the luggage of what it was
asking comparative truth
for directions and lodging
all ‘questions’
have hidden rigid boundaries
of assumptions to inadvertently discover
the myth of ‘certainty’
is always staring me down
as a dark mirror’s reflection
right here
but is an absent sort of way
‘frequencies’ are that
which quivers and quibbles
at the same time
as it glitters and glimmers
and I am at the mercy
of their existence within me
I am just a nuance away
from a ‘nostril spread of breath-ascension’
it’s a long smooth pull into a tranquil lake
rising up within me
the feeling state of ‘understanding’
has embodiment with currents and flows
close-knit ambiances
and an embrace that defies
any bystander’s comprehension
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