the alchemy from joys and sorrows

what if the headwaters of emotion

are made from the alchemy of joys and sorrows?

oh, to transcend, 

for when the vision-screen itself 

intimately becomes but the outer frame of view,

when the sound of the languaging

becomes the intended depth of meaning applied,

when all of the senses we have

come to perform the embodiment of embrace,

when one's in-breath

becomes evident as the whole world breathing out,

when the forests of the world all speak the truth

but not in paperized book-formats,

when cornerstone and capstone share

in the same sacred occupancy of space,

when the universe is humanly self-realized

as infinitely small as it is infinitely large,

when comprehension is not as a viewpoint

but an essence of isness ever expressing,

when all printed words that are ever to be read

become an ocean of liquidity on every eye-worthy page,

when all of daylight life in passing

is realized as an earth opened-mouthed solar yawn,

when every personalized important conversation

is self-realized as a pocket full of small change,

and when every now, 

fashioned into awareness's grasp,

is just the unrealized presence of oneness beaming . . .