essence is

 

do the sculpting done with words

until there is nothing left

to the think of it,

but essence.

where no production of thought results.

there is nothing that maintains 

in a temporal fashion to observe.

the passion of focus, 

as inspiration,

leaves of itself.

there are no leftovers 

of material plane fashion.

there is embodiment,

that lingers 

and continues as a presence.

but to gather 

is, to embrace,

to become as such 

in the energetics,

without the use of memory engagement.

just vibrational intimacy,

as its own enterprise.

until eventually, 

nothing was said,

that lingers on.

and essence is 

of its own accord . . .