the leave of understanding

what if I understood without differentiation?

without comprehension's sorted tasks?

without any mind ramblings? 

without experience's inward videos flashing by?

what if that understanding had no conclusions.

there were followup remarks inwardly made.

nothing to be carried forward there from,

as every next was possessed in much the same.

and that that understanding had no still progressing.

just next as much the same in stature.

that notice had no self sense.

it was all as if a river passing in its fluidity. 

and the sense of banks or shorelines

was possibly a stillness embracing the otherwise action.

differentiation of specifics had no appeal.

there was no aspect of sensing that went towards that.

there was a whole in residence beyond what appeared.

a feel of embodiment gave attention to a sense of witness.

otherwise differentiation was working towards claims.

motion was all verbs and sensing was all immersion.

to understand was sort of admittance of a sense of self.

otherwise naming seemed out place in the flow.

it was a generosity of oneness,

that sought of itself, 

as resolve, absolve and then dissolve . . .