as familiar as feel can be reckoned,
as in referencing by name,
usually as a technique,
as in questioned.
what does that feel like?
as if in comparative truth,
naming comes to identify.
it's as if, a forming in a mindful way
of objectified identification,
as if in language,
the task is accomplished as revealed.
but feel,
when emotion is implied.
feel as in feelings,
asked.
so how does that feel?
once again,
from a different level of comparative truth
is needed to emerge.
a feel with more inward animation
than descriptive account,
measured in a preciseness of words presented.
the feel,
it has its inner actions as process,
intended towards representation,
possible of an inward emotional state.
but feel, in and of itself,
as an incantation of sorts,
as a subtle ritual of self in focus,
as a method self applied.
what if feel itself, was the interest?
how to feel for the feel,
for the feel itself,
in its mechanics of manifestation.
to question feel, for its framing,
for its use of contrast and compare,
for its eventual arrival into words,
as if the mind is overseeing this as process.
feel, for its registry of content,
for its fluidity of pursuit.
what if for feel,
there is a depth either beyond or before,
a stasis of self as rendering occurs,
a motion so subtle,
as to not previously be observed,
a sense of self not used in this regard,
a sense of being, though present
but not pursued?
if for any reason that could have claimed.
a self that now penetrates the feel,
not for the claim of results,
but for the enterprise of vibrational entry.
to enter into a feel
that has no frame for depiction,
that has no screen capacity,
just a deeper immersion.
a feel that leaves rendering, account,
even self as a relevant basis.
just feel beyond a relative sense
or presenting a reason for worth.
feel, as wholeness consuming,
it's own sense of motion, animation and fluidity.
none of which translates into reality.
a beyond what reckoning can receive.
a feel of a vibrational nature
if having to pass the use of words.
an immersion that looses is entry sense
and is just confluent unto itself.
feel, that is quantum in nature,
that is the all of everything,
without entry
or of a separate sense of existence.
feel as the isness of the universe.
no more of any mechanics,
just an efficiency of integrities,
that nameless exist,
only as a unity undefined.
feel, take yourself there,
without the need of return . . .
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