for now

for now,

I just want sensing to move beyond its input,

beyond the onrush of its info stampede,

as if brain alert is my commonplace overwhelm.

I want the flash flood of experience way past gone.

no need of its insistence 

or memory flash constantly imprinting.

where that ongoing movie passes, 

as what appears to be, 

as if any recall was ever really real.

sure cogitation works it

with what's meaningful about it,

as if what's relevant is to what else,

and all the backstory rigor

that the mind does with that.

comprehension and recognition dancing check to check.

rubbing what appears to be information

all over their bodies, by the way, they dance.

understand gets wide-eyed and gleeful,

as realization can completely relate.

all of it,

I want all of it,

gone.

no more audience of the mind,

if it isn't heartfelt,

if it isn't initially from deep within.

then void,

loud and clear,

not ever the inviting thought,

nor the external knocking on the spirit door.

just the constant unceasing senseless clarity

of vibrational unity, 

beyond comprehension's effort to even grasp.

not a state that words can render,

nor minds can ponder.

just timelessness with spaceless ease

and the complete loss

of whatever of comparative truth, 

as memories . . .