the comfort of experience

go beyond the comfort of experience

where there is no residence for watching provided,

where happening does no offer still shots taken

as sensory input to be cognized, 

where the beaming of being human blossoms outwardly,

where language has never been 

constructed to frame-name,

where no depiction captures the motion present,

even though samples are taken as relevance 

yet briefly false short as entertained.

there is no residence for reaction or surmise.

no one has second thoughts or a watchful eye.

the streaming of experience has no recordable focus.

motion is a given and not a notable trait.

beyond the comfort, shape 

and form also do not register.

the integrity of the energetics lives it-self alive

but then has no self of identity as composition.

experience is obtuse 

to what we would call that process

but then we would not be in audience 

as its happening,

for keenly so, there is no retention to happening

which is ever on the cutting edge of full-bore now.

imagine yourself going down a tall water slide

where your focus becomes slightly future-eyes.

yes, you are feeling the immediacy of the decent

but you are also visually in the forward-zoom 

furthering down the somewhat vertical.

okay, now take that 

as a constant impression happening

but attempting to be retentive 

and ongoing like experience.

just then, you disappeared in the shimmer of being

and are now connected to everything

by the energetic truth of being,

way beyond your capacity to know.

so that know is is realized

a distant fallback position of awareness,

given that you are one with the universe,

in presence and in essence.

comfort is just a visitor status

enjoying clips from a universe of beyond,

yes beyond,

as in beyond the range 

of your conscious experience . . .