the wardrobe of questions

what, when, why and how,

are all flashlights in the human mind.

but they're not the mind itself.

all, are self-reflective, 

but unrealized as such.

even the who of inquiry,

only identifies as separate from, at best.

no one would want questions as a means. 

they all represent levels 

of isolation in search.

they all have infections 

of reflective as search.

they all are mirrors, 

which tell more about the questioner,

while the answers are false gods, 

embolden. 

from where within do these questions arise,

as if tools of evolution, 

rather than platitudes of self occupancy?

what is knowing, 

if not a form of shackles?

what grip for safety is this, 

that discourages the growth of wings?

if my language was to help you, help me,

how come we agree for agreements sake

and actually call that understanding?

what mind shares, mind to mind,

that doesn't eventually fall prey to words?

mind is exhausting as experience gathers.

mind is essence before sensory download.

linearity is just a peephole, 

as if awareness is,

a languaged perception in prideful.

naming everything 

is branding with curse-words.

we all wanted enthrall, 

before experience shreds it.

we all wanted before, 

we had to start with a 'we'.

maybe 'want' in and of itself 

is a false pretense.

all language lies, 

as if essence is inferred.

language is all glitter 

at the party of understand.

but seriously saying it,

has its distance and insanity.

we were all born as one.

spend most of collective life 

practicing being separate as defiling.

all instincts that are emotional, in origin, 

are fundamentally denied, 

as second class origins.

mind usage is a virus, 

that outs on itself.

and we, as individuals, host that, unceasingly

luckily isness is unperturbed 

and undisturbed.

isness is not mind-kept in any way.

and we all have it, 

and cultivate it.

almost, to say, unknowingly.

our ultimate deathwish,

is life without end,

living without definitionals, 

and the branding implied, 

by separatism-existence.

for us, as a oneness,

to life, 

that never comprehends itself,

and as a selflessness of all,

is, as one soul, 

within this,

our dwelling . . .