to just be

in the picnic of smartness,

where curious only leads to interesting

and squeezing the mundanity of life

does no cause the juice of a calling to appear,

there is a nest of unresolved issues

that do not contribute to warmth 

or to the hatching of new directions 

or even new ideas.

there is the stigma of being reality-possessed, 

ever fast-paced but basically a float.

how to escape or evade the obvious evidentials. 

there is this conveyer belt of next thoughts.

I am not sure it has an off switch.

yes, there have been attempts to find and stop it,

but it securely works.

it's more a matter of what's on the belt as content.

it was tricky 

to put a view of the conveyer belt as if stopped

yet on the conveyer belt ongoing.

at least that felt better to mind view.

but still the other senses would mutedly respond.

I tried to go into another room,

someplace else in mind.

of course, I took myself with me

and that sabotaged the whole effort.

so under the cover of quiet,

I snuck out, 

still showing presence of course,

but totally projected. 

otherwise vanished to another time and space,

maybe.

there they don't keep time 

and space it seems it is optional,

but it is also without visual overload.

cognitive seems to be minimized.

emotional is doing watercolors

without canvass or bush or palate,

but richly blessed in animation phasing.

there is no engine noise of being human, running.

whatever context is presented as contact

is somehow embracing my sense of experience.

not sure this is experience as I am use to.

it's more like if you lying in a stream, under the water,

and you didn't have to breath, as a distraction,

and the water passing was always the same 

and wonderfully different at the same time, 

so much so, that you couldn't be audience to it.

you were invited to be yourself 

and yourself in passing.

that change was not an option to be noticing.

it was too involving and immersive.

to be the self sense and separate from 

were going, gone.

how to embrace was all motion unto itself.

even embrace was becoming a lost concept.

dare I say,

there was a sense of oneness,

yet without objectification.

not that this wasn't meaningful

but meaningful doesn't mean any more.

there is nothing referential as happening.

even the framing of thought as observed, 

it's gone.

it's a kind of a wholeness 

that can't be quantified.

I am only saying this that way,

because I am back 

and the conveyer belt is running in the background.

sure, I now have thoughts.

all I can say is

as if I gave you a fragrance to smell,

and when you did,

it gave you a holographic environment of presence.

and you went there,

even for a very short period of time absent.

but it was and you were

and a kind of oneness occurred. 

and that oneness is happening all the time,

outside of time.

and we are there, 

but not by the way we conventionally experience 

as our method.

so imagine, as best you can.

and take the time

to go there 

and just be . . .