venting 4/1/20

so much of the unconsciousness of presence 

is subtlety, venting,

incoherently expressing, 

in compensation for illogical needs.

some of it has a low flame

while others have infrequent outbursts 

or ride a larger rumble 

as their ongoing self.

it's a tail wags dog syndrome

and we all are invisibly participants.

some are powerfully discreet

while others are street loud blaring 

or nighttime howling to the moon.

all of us are looking 

for the right sounding board,

the feedback that registers 

as wildly coherent,

that makes these noises 

into the harmony of a song,

that makes the way-off off-broadway musical

into a sing-me-into blessed confirming slumber. 

all the act-outs are attempts

or are at least being superficially therapeutic to the cause

or deciphering a stand-alone meaning 

and an origin in a human context.

most of life is this unclaimed quizzical journey,

usually registered as, 

'why am I here?'

or 'what is my purpose in being?'

we weave of life paths 

to complete these circles

but are always hoping 

for the upward spiral instead.

an evolutionary step 

outside of the constant braiding,

an ascendancy, 

as the calm of revelation revealed.

venting is earnestly the quest 

without wisdom assistance. 

the riddle itself is celestial 

as the intertwine of being.

mind, body, spirit and soul 

are all elements in this process.

venting is the attempt at an elixir. 

the stir never ends 

potentized as an answer.

the riddle becomes the solution,

not as an answer 

but as a fluid state of being,

only when one is full of emptiness

and the empty of fullness is flowing . . .