the journey of meaning

meanings are the shoes of the mind.

they get us from here to there.

they take on impact and wear.

meanings, as if mind's livelihood,

as if an ethic of sanity,

are our apparent self-consciousness, 

as if the procession of daily mindful chores.

we use reasonings to flavor each effort.

we have a wardrobe of purposes to choose from.

hardly ever caught in the nude,

as a way, 

away from thought all together.

ethical and strategic alternate 

each step of the way.

reality, as a mind grasp,

is a hard surface to walk, stroll or parade upon.

we are eventually the emotional callouses 

of conclusions made.

all of the surfaces outside of the self

are meaningless until we journey,

mindfully, step after step,.

we are all hard pressed

for emotional levitation to take precedence,

as conscious presence.

surely we have learned to carry emotional baggage

everywhere we possibly could go.

but to travel light,

as if emotional yet gravity defied,

somehow soaring,

as if in going from here to there?

meaning would have none of that.

for where is your sense of groundedness,

if that be the case?

when you have choice as your map

and conclusions as your means,

how can one possibly emotionally confirm

a direction to go,

a destiny to discern,

a fate without conclusion's wake?

mindful is just a basket woven. 

emotions are the fruits 

of the here to there labor.

the sweet taste is also calories to burn.

mind can become all wing,

but emotion is all sky.

so where are we going?

where we are not mentally undisclosed,

but already fervently emotionally there? . . .