"nothing is so familiar
and everything is something else",
is to fall through the trapdoor of exactitude
into the eternal light of infinitely precise,
to leave the security of steadfastness
for the confluence of boundarylessness,
to leave the impact of images
for the atomic coalesce to emerge,
to leave the superficiality of touch
for the holographic emersion of feel,
to leave sound
for the language of frequency-speak,
to leave the dried ink of experience
and become the liquify of existence,
to leave thought
and go into the void of think
without the skills
of retention or recognition in usage.
where stillness is so emphatic
as a vibratory symphony,
where the ocean surround
initiates the swim of the dissolution of the you
and boudarylessness becomes a sensory-aware
and scope has no retort to report,
where comprehension and understanding dissolve
into a medium that does not need
for the wardrobe of time and space,
where 'is' does not observe itself
and isness is all the integrity of being,
without structure, or situational stature.
we are all of the chrysalis status of mass,
to eventuate into that migratory journey,
as that of light-beings,
as if the sound of tuning forks
aligning into oneness . . .
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