when all, unabashedly resides

experience is a sense of confinement,

as an onslaught of input to the overwhelming.

yearning to be beyond that sensory cutting edge,

where nothing maintains a presence.

where even at the fringe edge of experience

is of no concern.

no noise from molecules of water drops

that are not loudly evaporating,

where worn tire rubber rubbing away

on road usage is passing in the void of silence,

not anywhere where vegetation in growth

is chorusing in the background,

even wind, in ever slow passage, is avoiding

any face to face where sound might occur.

no frames of sensorial reference

are holding them to their pose.

sight is seeing through and substance presenting

so that its usage is profoundly diminished.

where intake has an extremely minor role 

and radiance output seems beyond 

a flash-flood of light outpouring,

yet no shadows occur.

not senseless by any means,

but experience as method is gone.

all is integral beyond mention.

thought seeks no compromise of content.

and the feel is, at best,

holographic without audience perspective.

so once in the ocean,

one is all ocean.

once of sky, 

all of sky breathes on its own.

language has lost its sense of meaning.

sound made has no vocalization to it.

earnestness embodies all as embraced,

as if feeling has lost its attachment to significance,

yet lives on expansively unboundaried 

and without depiction or representation present.

obviously time and space are released as derogative.

and that of the medium of experience

has ceased to be a measure of confinement.  

as of then,

one can't go where they already are.

and one is not definable,

when all unabashedly resides  . . .