left out to see

I opened the safe of thin-air's door

to a vast of nothingness.

a space where no words can enter

and only feelings imbibed survive.

there is no mentions to speak of.

feel of itself, wells and subsides

as an ocean of surface and depths.

its liquidity everywhere abounds.

swim is but a superficial approach.

immerse is an activity

without the intentionality of dive.

lungs and gills are interactionally present,

as buoyancy replaces 

gravity's impositional surround.

I was engulfed in an embrace

until I surrendered.

now as feel is the fluidity of all 

without the tell.

my mind is also present here

but without conclusions, or meaning

as if a product of understand.

mind-reach stays with the current

with what flow does not know of itself.

touch has no dimensions 

but that of far-reaching.

I would but invite you in,

accept that you are already there,

unknowingly part of the swim,

the churn, the current,

as the viscosity that we all be.

so how did we arrive at a consciousness

of ourselves 

left out to see . . .