a work in progress (haiku) 5/31/20

a true heart of gold 

displayed as the nose ring on

an elitist mind

feel of the be 5/30/20

there are times I feel

beyond what my feelings can express.

I can't even have tears from where 

I would want them to come from.

I can't breath deeply enough into my spirit

to satisfy my need to be pervasive and calm.

I want everyone to own up.

I want everyone to moan into it

until it all comes around 

into an uplifting ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,

until it's soul evaporative,

until it is a one word language 

of complete vibratory understanding.

not to be a mindful agreement

but a synchronicity,  

and no one present

is listening in a audience way.

everyone is emotion in its livingness.

no more the feel assigned to being alone,

no more the dominance 

of a reality of aloneness.

I want heart-seeking 

to be our collective destiny.

then I want to give up the 'I'

to be, 

the feel of the be . . .

transparency 5/29/20

transparency is not the truth either.

it is a contextual response

with logical support reasoning.

there is an assumption of sanity involved.

the verticality of truth, 

dependent upon the deepest truth,

is not discovered to be revealed.

it is the strategy of topic revealed

but not the deeper source of the cause.

the reward for transparency is audience satisfaction,

which is not based upon the ultimate truth,

but more so on listening majority approval.

transparency is only a reaction to perceived gloss.

and the gloss is a pushback to relevancy versus privacy.

we do not live in a truth ordained world.

the game of truth has many levels

and many consequences, 

dependent upon the apparent circumstances when revealed.

truth rides on a concept of immediate agreement.

experience, when framed as truth to be told,

is not very efficient or effective at forthright representation.

truth is actually a quasi-concept, 

highly promoted in a cultural bias sort of way.

but even a group of people at a singular event

come away with varied versions of truth to be told.

yet there is a reliance on what is said as the truth,

when actually it is a 'taken in good faith'

rather than what actually happened ,

down to the essence of the intention and actions involved.

transparency is an affirmative 

in response to a correction for an initial given account.

each person's value terrain holds truth in a different light,

by acts, motivations, outcomes, and intent.

transparency ask for latitude and good faith,

truth is hard to handle otherwise . . .

what's new with you 5/28/20

create an inner dialogue 

within yourself.

listen to everything 

you inwardly have to say.

when you come to that point in time

when you don't understand a word 

you are saying to yourself, 

become that person, 

realized

and then begin again.

illogical (haiku) 5/27/20

psychological

the intent of your actions

so illogical

what we don't know 5/26/20

what we don't know 

is always fighting back

as a constant battle of muted-ness emerging.

there is no confessional in which they participate.

no brain-washing, no cross examination occurs.

if we reverse engineered not-knowing,

we'd have nothing.

the upheaval is in every direction.

tight-lipped, non-expressive 

beyond the obvious, done as distraction.

I wouldn't call it silence,

just zealous preoccupied resistance,

an adherence to a means 

beyond our innocent inquiry.

sure, there is a level of cooperation

but mostly as a prop or a tool

or a dedicated means beyond our standards.

but offer up clarity, short-cuts, 

unseen efficiencies not yet discovered?

sure, clues may be gotten

but outright pouring of the essence

to further our deeper sense of cause,

nope. 

it's all up to us,

certainly, by the methods, we use.

and what do we get for our efforts?

expertise, but still the further blackout exists.

no blurting, no forthright disclosure,

just careful eavesdropping on our part,

just to get to the know.

we can get how it is

but it is still separately theirs.

known or not known 

makes no difference to them.

it's all on us

to make something else out of known 

that comes from the discovery of the unknown . . .

I just got 5/25/20

I just came from the sensitivity 

to hot and cold.

I just got 

what recognition has to offer.

I just came from 

the discernment of comparative truth.

I just got to here 

just at the end of time.

I just got to this place 

before the end of location.

I just got 

that I don't exist.

and then

I just got 

the myth-full account

that I just got out

of getting. . .

giddy-cause (haiku) 5/24/20

I feel overdressed

reading a poem that rhymes

makes me feel silly

when when comes 5/23/20

when paradox is only a mirror reflection

when knowing surrenders to being

when knowledgable is discovered as the doorman

when identity is a closet state of being

when the off-switch is 

just a spacial turndown consideration

when recognition is a boundary-style of observation

when coherence is a kind of wisdom addressing

when language has no access 

to non-ordinary states of being

when pattern recognition has a natural death

when think only provides visionary decals as memories

when why demands walls, floors, ceilings and skies 

that can't be seen

when the surrender of surrendering is wisdom unsought

when experience can't take us where we want to go

when the sweet-spot of non-comparative truth emerges

when there are boundaries developed 

from ordinary states awareness

when experience is eventual boredom chasing us down

when meaning has learned to never stand 

at attention for long

and when meaningful has no definitives 

as distinctions any more . . .

isness 5/22/20

isness doesn't come and go

but is in constant motion.

isness is all of spacial 

without the need of identification 

as a handrail.

isness is all of time 

that exists between the hypotheticals 

of tic and toc.

isness has no face-offs with recognition.

isness has the numerical slipstream of pi

without being mathematically induced or seduced.

mind as the wardrobe of memory

can never be isness, 

nude in the skinny-dip of the now.

isness does not ware any aprons of self-consciousness.

isness broke the sound barrier 

before heard had the possibility of listening.

one doesn't get high from isness.

one is g-one, gone in isness.

isness is meaninglessly invitational,

gross sensory underwhelm,

unidentifiable vibrational intimacy,

fervor without noticeable still or moving parts.

isness is all of motion 

before it had any substance to it,

named as mass.

isness left the infinitesimal 

for the vastness of nothing to possess. 

isness does not leave recognition in the dust

but leaves recognition as the dust 

that only knows of itself . . .

need for closure 5/21/20

my need for closure

is a false front,

a way at staring at the sky

as if weather affirms my whatever decision.

assessment of this stoppage is a mind-state.

I hear-see applause by perception cueing me,

as a sequence of conclusions rolling along,

as if an ending affirmative is presenting.

it is like bedsheet covers demand,

as if sleep is then called upon,

a shift in the visual field,

as if new recognition confirms the termination.

just because I cease and desist behaviorally,

does not make for completeness as mind-ending.

there are streams that travel underground

within me.

I don't know closure as resounding.

half-thoughts linger below the horizon of awareness.

they peek out randomly.

this process is not a rope course demanding

or pylons pleading for order to be observed.

closure can be like the fading light of a sunset

or the fall of the last fruit from the tree

or never ever to be fully complete.

I am not saying in the wisp of nostalgia either.

just out of the blue a faint ripeness can occur,

a link that has embodiment from within,

and I am to demand its absence immediately.

fluidity does not happen for me in that way.

closure has a completeness from a very different status.

maybe only by evolution do I experience closure.

but then, closure is still in the honoring

of what it supposedly is not.

keeping track of the absence

is only a false sense of closure.

no confirmation is at all possible.

closure then becomes a theater term,

a bank term, a political usage of the term.

but closure as an operative in my world?

confluence, yes, 

but closure not real . . .

linear thinking 5/20/20

the death trap of linear thinking

is the welcome mat of the next thought

you are invited into platitudes of conclusions

everything referential is the beginning of the bind

you have your recognition flashlight

peek-hole looking all about

there are forced presumptions 

about the three-hundred and sixty degrees 

of otherwise darkness all around

there is of course the welcome mat 

of familiarity's faces 

greeting you in the light

at some point the illusion is 

that what you see 

is consumed in everything you know

as recognition calms you

through these moments in their passing

this is the landscape of reality's appearance

and you are mindful in your residence

but it is a comfort-zone containment

best you have religion as an enterprise

and a god out there that comforts you

you have the prayer-beads of logic

and sensibility as the murmur of your breath

all of sensory input has been brought to its knees

but your personal evolution needs fervor 

an ardor of higher consciousness

that supersedes linear thought

not as a launch into abandonment

but an overseer of spiritual eyesight

a greater wisdom of self as spirit as soul

a sense from within that overrides the placative 

that penetrates the thaw of reality's format unfolding

that permeates the drawnness of spirit into consciousness

that further dimensionalizes the carriage of your being

for linear thinking is all mind-fill wardrobe

a projection seeking reality as conformation

your spirit is always invisibly nude in every circumstance

we promote cultures that offer no comfort in that regard

but realize that you are always nude inside your cloths

that you are at home outside every happenstance

you are revelation before you think it

and that linear thinking is not ever full disclosure

and that meaning without emotional uplift in support

only gets you the loiter of existence

and the wander offered by a meaningful life . . .

what if 5/19/20

what if you comprehended everything.

not just earthbound planet-wise,

but the universe of itself.

so what is your emotional disposition? 

now that nothing is understood as problematic in nature,

what is the need for answers or solutions?

in the greater sense of scale 

of everything in the universe,

what is the status of earth or humans or life 

as we otherwise know it?

is your now great lip-service answer,

the surmise, "everything in time"?

that would sort of be 

your condescending answer

since you now know 

that time doesn't really exist

except for the understanding humans have.

so are we, 'humans' that is, 

in the greater sense of scale

of comprehension of the entire universe,

are we a small minority group of special needs?

are we a profound misuse of mindfulness?

and since having access to all knowledge,

you now realize the impotence of all knowledge.

and in some respects, 

have abandon that status?

and that our human version of enlightenment

is but a small crumb 

on a very long breadline of knowledge 

with human-wisdom as icing?

just asking.

and further more, that the matter of worth,

as we claim it to be, 

is really reflective 

of our lack of awareness 

and overal comprehension

rather than an astuteness of implied principle?

sorry to mock and trivialized,

but what if,

and that was my thinking.

just wanted to know, 

how you felt . . .