every method is the seduction
of its own confinement.
every sensory feeds a self
in its aloneness.
thought languaged is a credence
as separate from.
recognition is the religion
of observation's cast,
as an assurance
of isolation's journey.
where experience is
an endless cesspool of particulars.
where time is
only a shadow of presence realized.
and space is the medium
of existence as separate from.
and consciousness is
the dedicated rituals
of negative affirmations
as experience's relational reward.
and if we are of a 'we',
we of that 'we'
are in need
of sensories of confluence
rather than differentiation's galore.
we are in need of mind melds
rather than postures of agreement,
where language, in its referential usage,
becomes profoundly obsolete,
where positionality is revealed
as just the modeling of fear,
where holism has no medium
of or for second thoughts.
and understanding is but a vagabond
of the linear-mind on its journeys.
to be where referential eventually discovers,
that there is no here-to-there,
that there is no individuation
of the whole,
and that comprehension does not give
the self a stance.
but eventually, there is,
a melting medium of verbs,
where they all eventually immerse
into a constancy of implied motion.
and mass, in its stance,
is given up as the stature of residence.
there is then a mystery in liquidity
as full wonderment,
until there is no more
a sense of audience as observation.
oneness then leaves
the time-bind of meaning.
oneness is no more of the relationals.
for the sacred essence of isness
leaves behind all of its decoded state.
where for, in the now,
rapture has no experience to it
or sense of itself as existence.
'be' is without confinement.
and 'now' is without
its wardrobe of time . . .
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