so what was going on,
before thought became so popularized
in the format style,
we create as experience?
what was awareness then composed of?
were we sensory dependent
from the conceptual start?
were we at all fluid with presence
before we defined
separateness as identifiable?
how alien was the need
for recognition to occur?
was there any connectivity to being life
before being the life
that we apparently are?
what is/was the initial seed essence
to propagate,
as for the impetus for fear
as the registration of separate from
in the initial onset of fear defined?
did we create a forsaken existence
out of mindfulness?
and now we are compelled
to pursue retrieval
from within the perils
of this false method personified?
to unlearn the learning process
by witness, yet unclaimed
and undeveloped in its source
other than self
and the separateness it generates.
how can migration occur
with so much mental baggage
defined as necessity,
to take that journey,
into essence reclaimed?
sure, we have think in its vastness.
but thought pirates think
in a nanosecond's time.
feelings search for the richness in thought
but long for the truth of think,
before it is captured
into thought paradigm ways.
just think,
before language as method defines.
think without the audience
of reception as self.
think before the tears of dreams
have story to tell.
surely there is an ongoing,
even before the measurement of time
plagiarizes the now,
with moments of experience.
before we invented the lockstep account
of sequencing,
as our way of knowing
and therefore knowing about.
story-form is an addictive method
to realize account.
story is audience perception,
which is
a complete displacement from being.
we made now
so foreign in its presence.
and we are so removed
from that awareness of being.
we dwell in the provocation of our being,
but not in the consciousness of that being.
we are there but not there
by any means we use.
we are,
but not consciously are.
we are shadow claiming light.
and yet we preoccupy,
as that which creates shadow
and yet, claims otherwise . . .
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