where living appears to take place,
the use of sentience is reduced to surmise,
sanctuary is defined by boundary-ness kept,
silence is as if audience heard,
simplicity is a but a mind-fill of method,
love only exists as a personalizing affect,
day and night are there
as shallow breathing,
objectifying is for the feel of the shackles
while spoken-ness is as
the clanging of the chains.
compartmentalized thinking is slow death from a blister.
evolution is seen as nostalgia,
vacantly reminiscing about the future.
thought, itself, is the result
of the death of another thought.
coincidence is like a parking ticket
made of concern.
wishing became skillfully skydiving
in a cluttered heaven
and understanding is a salute
to the diminutive account of the present.
for weeping here is checking one's roots with care
and being emotional is learning to swim
in the ocean-surround
as time is our mental method
of human madness
and spirit here is just a secretion of soul.
for being a bother is a way
of weighing the weight of thought
as take-me-to-your-leader is as a means
of self inquiry.
experience is the abrasiveness
to the witness of being
where rhetoric is a picked fence
in the desert of say.
each life is a flotational device
randomly leaking air
and the notion of beyond
is a chapter heading in the book of time
where freedom is accessorizing
with self-permissions.
and yet,
to have a guiding light is a form
of inward surrender
and unabashed innocence
is an evolutionary step.
recognition is climbing a mountain
made out of awareness
and helping is taking up the cooperative
of enchantment.
while caring is flying in-formation
of a communal sky
and every sacred cut in nature
is the advancement of wisdom.
this is where living appears to take place,
where essence already knows,
what human earnestness desires . . .
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