finding the self-land

 

finding the self-land inside,

where life continues to grow,

where magical stirs, un-boundaried,

where connections to others, finds way,

where communication surrenders 

into means 

that forthright commonly say,

where the hum of beingness 

is a constant stir,

where the self lives, 

ever, as a collective of soul,

that does not settle for less 

than sacred composition,

where nothing is greater 

than the oneness of us all,

to that which grows devoted cellular intent,

to that that dedicatedly lives it, 

inwardly alive,

that communes with nature 

and aligns with minds,

that has celestial as neighborly,

that experiences the seasons of the year, 

that gets why guys get lost in mazes

and why women wait in the hidden corners, 

that sees the human footprint on nature

that comes into knowing, 

without settling for answers,

that would take anyone

who commits with earnestness

to a place of familiarity,

where evolution is a conscious way of being,

as I want for that space within me,

to come into a conscious sense 

as just the commonplace of oneness,

creating mediums of the self-land,

as masterful by whatever means . . .