when one's feeling nature
is all about
a constant fourth dimensional embrace,
think has no gravity
to the weight of its attention grasp.
every topic is consummate
without the structure of meaning implied.
my abiding of self as witness
has an innocence of immersion.
time-passing is melody
without the need
for the hand-holding of words.
where meaning has definitional buoyancy
and experience is the levity of wonderment.
every stall-point is in-breath heaven
and attention is the consumption of essence.
yet everything is lividly lucid
to let go, let free in the retain.
and if there is harbor
then ocean is in all ways.
if there is surface
then space is all about
the warmth of skin to skin.
where intimacy has no surface
and heart beats are the drum of me.
I leave the steadfastness of conclusions
for the moist free-fall of traveling-thought.
where all is a season
and every it, an intoxicant.
I become the bleed-out of immediacy
and the spontaneous journey
of whole bathing
in the hymn of attentiveness.
where the next of notice has the joy of wag
as my interest is
the cherished fill of puppy-dom.
for I have the sway of hammock as mood,
the senses of care
and the concern of mirth.
please take me to your leader
as the mouth-piece of your form.
I want to be in the kiss of attention
and the continued rapture-existence
of churn.
where tie-downs have momentous as pause
and leaps of grandeur as enterprise,
where memory serves deliciousness
as spring water found
and thirst is all of the stream-feel
swallowed in passion's passing,
and consummate-with
is beyond any need for disclosure.
for gravity has no tie-downs
as everything is free to go.
whole has a supple grin
and that which made of itself words,
now just winks.
for I am of vast-lake
but forever in river mode.
I am the ocean of land
in the evaporative of meaning,
as a mirror to the self,
staring down the livingness.
this is where giving
is all that I've got,
as time is revealed to be,
all about the sharing of presence . . .
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