to live beyond

to live beyond,

the death moment

of the dualistic thought process.

there are deep roots there,

beyond experience's show of branches and leaves.

for each moment has a precipice of awareness,

that I'm usually not that present for.

I am the sidedness of recognition.

I have good seats to sense everything, 

that an audience can.

reality is the constant rewiring of this.

it's brain functioning, 

as we self-consciously dance.

we are the inhabiting of habit. 

it's hard to ride the experience wave.

monotony is our mirror of re-reaction,

beyond the cutting edge of doing.

from a critical point of view,

we are always approaching experiential dullness,

needing a cutting edge of serration for interest.

the reward eventually is not in the doing

but always and essentially in our being.

being the imaginative 

behind but within the immediacy of execution.

getting more current than experience readily offers.

being the radiance outpouring 

rather than the studied appearances. 

gain from the light of doing.

why would physical death 

be the only doorway to this?

why would we be addicted 

to the visceralness of stress

rather than the bandwidth of creativity?

having multi-realming as our awareness band

as if living was only a resultive state

as experience would want to account for it?

our thing with time and space

only functions as if name-tags 

and initial greetings proposed

when does common mind surface from the deep

and we all take that same breath?

maybe physical death 

is only the obvious circumstance . . .