do we breath in pent up air
from the vast of apparent emptiness,
only to discover our needs fulfilled
by unexplainable in-breath adventure?
why is so soft so hard
on the mind to comprehend?
are we but mindful byproducts
bent on self-sustainable usage?
why does bliss so easily escape
to the beyond without notice?
how does vigilance work,
when mindfulness is so task bound
for over-seen approval?
certitude is a heavy load to accomplish
in the light of day
yet of itself, given out freely.
even the mannerisms of bother
often deterred into awareness's distraction
from that which is effortlessly possessed.
how does one do
being beside oneself unnoticed?
are we all the wealth of being
that will never allow for experience to capture?
when does embodiment have means
beyond what behavior attempts to demonstrate?
if emotion can grasp the formless forms
why does language offer such complete demise?
so much of appreciation
is spent on the actualized,
that the truth of being
is just a behavioral enactment,
when each moment is its own blessedness
without experience as the icing of delight.
could I say something
that exists as thoughtlessly so,
and yet bring to mind
a sense of being
but not in the declarative?
are we,
just in the wellness of presence,
ever exuding,
beyond the adventures of account? . . .
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