opulence of the upstairs mind
is way before
language put on its shoes,
before punctuation of thought
became mandatory,
before the sky fell
into the naming of words,
before inner chitchat appeared to be
an intimacy,
like binoculars of need,
like mainstays of self,
mirror-described.
yes, opulence for then,
was a sense of fluid abundance,
boundaryness belonging,
non-comparative lavishness,
and an affluence of being.
the mind-aware had no sense of self.
everything made apparent, slipstreamed.
luster was a sense of sightedness.
there was a sense of joy,
without consciousness as compensation.
glee existed,
but without goals attained
or circumstance describing.
now, the downstairs mind
is a separate residence.
it has a work ethic.
it's residential and preferential.
it has sortedness and details.
does frame by frame into movies.
has an audience perspective.
what ever happened to immersion?
connectivity has a residence frame of mind.
I want to leave the 'I'
and go back upstairs,
to leave a place for vast,
to take off language and merge,
absorb in a oneness,
even if to take off the opulence,
to already be . . .
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