the method of the mind

repetition leads to monotony 

pleaded into boredom.

boredom leads to repetition 

exhausted into emptiness.

emptiness leads to the subtlety 

of vacancy's possession of faint stillness.

stillness becomes an altogether birth 

of a new, in the surround, perspective,

as that of a less-mind birth,

as an inner-worldly sensing 

in a magical subtler way.

no more of an outer reality screen demand.

just an inner wholeness presenting,

in an old framing style,

yet without the same objectification imposing.

as if, an inner focus 

in the mind's eye sensing.

something without substantiation 

in outer realm ways.

that which presents more easily 

as a feeling in translation.

almost a sense without sensing.

oh, it registers.

yet to the art of finding words to express

that which is almost inner holographic,

but on the inside of a mind-sense.

it's easier to find words

from a mental appraisal 

than imagining directly taking someone there,

by coming to talk about it,

as if after a field trip description.

sure, it would be way more valuable 

as a self-experience

than could be expressed to another.

who wouldn't want to go there more often

on a self-interior, almost timeless road-trip?

such a different and distinct inward sensing

that is not readily depictional at all.

it is more like an environmental sense of awareness,

as in being immersed in an inward surround,

away from exterior influence,

yet poignant and energetically meaningful.

sort of high contrast 

from the rest of outward experience.

maybe repetition is a technique for inner growth,

once perfected to a degree of self-witness personified.

as if to search inwardness to such a degree,

so as to witness oneself witnessing.

and then subsequently refining that, even more.

to where one is observant of oneself,

beyond the projective skill sets,

beyond the self as a disclaimer,

and beyond the outer reality binds.

as if there, 

there is this isness presenting.

where hardly even audience to oneself occurs.

magic comes through just being consciously aware.

where sequencing leads to the dullness of conclusions.

leads to the expanse 

of beyond a stillborn thought form absence,

to where a stillness presents.

mind comes into view 

as of its own self-conscious functioning.

not as oneself 

but as a means of expression of oneself. 

only for one to be the physical represent, 

in a deeper clear conscious light.

where an inner truth comes 

to have a conscious existence.

this is a journey that we are all on,

no matter how the un-obviousness is,

of our inner means to initiate, 

seeking our deepest essence,

presenting . . .