feel is holographic

expanded from within the depth and width

that feel can embrace as when traveled.

so much weight to emptiness when penetrated.

there are tears that incredulously dance 

by their gravity intended to be bound down 

yet passing through this air's simplicity,

is filling them with soul essence, 

as if fragrance stays its presence yet in passing.

then the speed of tears descending 

is turned into a friction of whispers, 

rising in light-heartedness.

feel, as its own canvass, 

paradoxically moves against the brush of the self,

yet unseen but scorchingly inwardly smooth.

feel, as if all molecules,

moves on the thrive of self-independence

but deeply honors with energetic integrity

that beings place in time and space.

this is feel that travels without confinement

yet not captured in any sense of space,

that obliterates by immersions from beyonds,

where thoughts are but sacred flowers to enter,

offered as adornments presented,

at their altars of observation.

wishing for the light of flights' feel

is as thought's wanton endless journeys. 

feel is as the hologram,

for thought's linearity to explore . . .