when breath is drawing a flawless circle.
when the stream of consciousness is only as flow.
when the experience of gravity borders on balanced.
when the senses go beyond just identifieds.
when the spoken words are all tones
accompanied by meaning,
as if backgrounds that apply.
when mindfulness is witnessed
as observed from far beyond.
when sleep has a visa and passport to all lands.
when know comes from a residence of vast and void.
when time admits to its lying about now.
and when space gives up its seat on the bus of occupancy
to allow one inside rather than out and about.
that's when when is discovered to be its own hoax.
that when the what of mindfulness comes upon
the only when game in town.
otherwise, when has no operative to its living.
it's just a front-row seat
that experience expects upon . . .
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