a oneness beyond

I so want to leave the surface of recognition,

the high contrasts of awakening and embarking.

I want no registry of orientation,

nothing of an external nature as guidance.

I want an internal medium of intimate nextness,

nothing identifiable as sensory persuasion, 

not even a notion of separate from, 

meeting up with.

just fluidity out of a continuance,

no labor of thought spent on identifying,

nothing of a comparative nature searching for,

a level of integrity 

that has no moving parts addressed,

a senseless soothe, 

a freedom from frame,

an unending exactitude 

without means or measure,

no thought as composition,

just a sense of streaming 

without content approval,

nothing with surface or texture,

no-mind of imposition,

just the weightlessness of all souls united,

the myth of embodiment ended,

the sense of need, satiation, creed or story

vanished as parameters of the feel for being,

eventually no distance or time 

as reference-ables for mention,

even where worth has lost its dimensional value,

maybe not even a there.

but surely a 'be',

that has no audience sense,

no perspectives of reflection,

where even 'is' goes on timelessly,

where everything has, does and will

adventure into everything else,

not as journey, or audience or inquiry,

but as isness, 

in and of its presence 

unto its all

there that has no there,

a where that has no occupancy,

a 'be' that has no identity,

on the cutting edge of timelessness,

without any space needed for occupancy,

no memory as for wings,

no mind as for the shadowing of self,

no spirit 

as if appropriately dressed for being,

just oneness beyond the expression of is . . .