awareness is the art

I have worked closely with my awareness. 

to ferret out the distractions and the glitches, 

as if specifics were the focus skill.

only to eventually discover

the intake of the all,

as grand as can be embraced.

where awareness is not a pointing out

in a form of grand singularity, 

but more so, seeking the confluence of clarity.

the harmonics of the collective symphonically.

not a life with a pointer and exactitude.

but an immersion into confluence,

with focus as participatory means.

as if walking with and within,

and not on and separate from.

to sense towards connectivity

rather than the registry on mindful 

as separate and worthy of notice.

walk is not a mindful 'a' to 'b',

but more so a 'here' into a 'there',

yet by transformation

and not by identification as separates into next.

where where is always here intimately approaching.

and notice is always self-invitational.

not an ordering from the menu

but a river flow in passing.

as if wet was the only experience possible.

senses must be taken to task,

all for the wrong reasons.

theres is not to serve identification

as bystanders of and for the self.

but to be invitational in every way.

to seek inclusion with every import.

each of us is the art.

and living it alive,

requires the medium of self, 

as the artifacts of each moment,

beyond experiential account and notary.

as if in the creative enterprise of being . . .