what time is space?

what time is space?

only the time it takes to quantify it.

all of spacial is but a reflection

on the method of our approach.

space is non-referential to itself.

it doesn't know of itself.

it doesn't go by the method of know.

it is non-observational as it means.

it doesn't predate or postdate, 

but we have it as dated 

and informational as well as storied.

how we have space is a reflection 

of our method of recognition and account.

within our modeling, space is accountable.

but space has no locational sense.

it has the integrity of being 

as molecularly involved,

our terms, of course.

it doesn't do explanation, 

only isness narrative by being.

we have the pretend 

and the occupancy of ourselves

and we place space in time.

we time-date as a means of reference.

but it is all on us

as to the carriage of the meaning

in the way we go about being 

only knowledgable. 

we have time as a pundit of import.

we place ourselves at affect by these means,

as time and space are part 

of the consciousness escort.

we are sort of shackled 

by experience stylistically. 

imagine playing a game 

in which there is no experience in playing.

playing is and does 

but without being referenced.

there is play

but not in time-space reference or measures.

we are always at this type of play

yet we have no notion of its occurrence

as it is essentially occurring.

you are the play, 

and the exuberance of that play,

the essential embodiment of that play,

the quintessential isness of that play.

yet, we remain clueless to it,

unless we interpret it 

in a time and space way,

unless we make experiential assignment to it,

unless we become the mindful of it.

we handicap it all with experience 

as restraints.

yes we are the play

but only a party to it.

we drink the drink,

we imbibe the contents of the drink,

we absorb the drink,

but we are not the drink,

even though the drink is now functional 

as we are.

we can be at the lake,

be in the lake, 

swim and play in the water,

but we are not part of the lake's ongoingness.

all of this is on us,

for the way we perceive and account,

and for the way we hold ourselves 

to time reflected.

if we took away time and space,

what thoughts would we have?

what need for thought would there be?

would an isness emerge as consciousness?

would there be what already is

but then realized without mindfulness 

as associate? 

just us, without trance or medium 

or coma or reverie,

a non-referential us,

not even with any sense to an us

as if by timeless recall.

there with the space 

between thoughts occupied,

but empty of otherwise content,

just a currency of being

in the motion of apparent stillness sensory-wise,

but avidly energetic in a confluence

beyond what knowing could account.

vibratorially energetic

yet without any awareness outside 

of it's essence.

and we're there

but predisposed to be conscious-otherwise,

where infamy is audience awareness,

bystander to the essence of isness.

yet we play or we are of play

or play is through us, as us, 

but unknowably present

as if in time and space

and we know of ourselves 

as the wiser . . .