there is a breath you breathe in
that envelopes me.
my sense of being lives in there.
I am overwhelmed with this as comforting.
I can't plain out to the horizon
in all directions before you,
to express my fulfillment enough,
to thank you for being so magical.
I can't realm-shift adequately,
to demonstrate my inward adoration.
if I could create fascinations to send your way,
visual spectaculars that please you
into attentions to embrace you in return,
that I would do.
I would give up on experience
before, during and after,
for this presence of yours,
in full animation
yet outside of time.
I would step out of the know,
just to be
from within.
for what you so consummately offer,
I want no part of separateness
ever to come forward to claim.
this resolute is without elements presenting.
this is the end to memory,
for the livingness of an unending now,
high consciousness without superlatives in tow.
no more the need to take bodies and form.
celestial immersed
yet without the need for names.
having no words that express
the beyond, of the beyond of devotion.
for what silently sizzles,
for what purrs from the far side of the absolutes,
from that which would secrete in dimensions of scent,
from that which pardons substance
for its nature of density abuse,
and the ignorance of space
to exist as its own alibi,
I am humbled to perceive.
I hurl these words from lightyears away.
may they never ever come
to catch up with my ears.
may my think go on
and never register as thought,
for to remain unnamed by scientific endeavor,
to get to that essence of what they seek,
to be there
inhabiting without whereabouts,
but not possible as lost
yet not presented as found,
in a kind of openness
that closure could never surround.
what is, is as thoughts as crumbs.
for with just one breath,
nourished beyond what belief could feed.
leaving the luggage of meaning behind,
this transport of self,
any awareness of occupancy,
and now,
this bloodletting of these words . . .
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