the faint beginnings

the presence of absence 

is the faint beginnings of essence.

the search for a need

may end in a distant grab-bag-conclusion.

the end of an inner remark

may only have the vague grasp 

of a summary,

to initially review what was just seen,

recognizes only parts identified 

from its overall far-off orchestration.

languaging provides for the float of us

on a buoyant basis, 

beyond what meaning has to offer.

that space between thoughts

is teeming with 

the flicker of unclaimed feelings.

the information from the senses

is surfacey, 

superficially mentally label-applied.

everything in motion

feeds an audience of still-shots 

in pursuit perspectives.

putting understanding 

through the eye of a needle

is the sewing of new ideas.

to name something

is to handcuff oneself 

from further immersion discovery.

the cellular sense of oneself, 

more thoroughly defined,

is the prison of aloneness, 

more profoundly occupied.

and if I am going unexpectantly 

somewhere perceived as new,

then I am releasing 

an abundance of occupancy,

as inconceivably left behind . . .