when the cognitive mind is realized
as just the flash light in a darken room,
when is inspiration
something more than seen?
when does living become self-environmental?
how many rooms of being are there
to explore?
when does mansion leave its base
or operation
to explore the city of the self in surround?
when does self embrace the beyond
what flashlight has to offer?
is ever the grip lessened, mind turned off,
for the sake of spirit's night-vision cause?
how to embrace
what is already encircling in a fondling
yet unrealized as such
in a first-person circumstance?
if the earth itself was a brain
unto it's calling
and we are tedium in search there of,
where flash light is the operative metaphor
when does realization become
that transition?
we all want for meaning, for inclusivity,
for embrace
but what mind has skills for this to occur,
when we are but from flashlight training?
to see, as audience, can readily observe,
what leap would that be
from mind to spirit to soul?
who lives the soul of them-self alive
as if self-consciousness has
adequately prepared?
what is the medium of becoming one
from within?
experience, as we do it, is only self serving
can we be, transcendence
without audience perspective?
can we transition by loosing all we claim
to have gained?
can we bare down from articulates
into a oneness
without seems and account
and audience occupancy?
is every grain of sand a baby-kiss
or a handshake
before we each individually pass this
as a testament?
we, as a oneness, are already there
but what is realization?
what is the strip down of necessity
to us a meaningful gathered parts
of a whole?
we are so particulate-bound
in and of self-consciousness.
what is so interactional
until there is a lost of self emulsified?
when are we bright ever of the broadcast?
when oneness does not seek but be,
not the flash light in a darkened room
of existence
but of oneness
that does not seek any more of its existence
but be . . .
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