celestial ponder too sacred

is there a celestial ponder too sacred?

not thought out,

but whimsied into awareness?

not rule-bound,

as if conjured as law?

but awe invitational,

not only by content,

but even further by means of aware.

not to register as known,

but more so,

as an elevated sense of selfdom,

beyond an egocentric species concern,

an inward awareness awakening,

as if levitational gravity-defying,

sensibilities not searching for specifics,

but glory bound into emersion's bask,

as if experience, as an audience,

is set aside,

for a holographic sense of being.

not as a self,

but as orgasmic of means,

not to dance,

but be of the dance,

energetic as a language base,

sung as a medium of expression, tonally,

expanding to be all of matter as sound,

a mixed media beyond our sensory range,

yet within us all.

un-beaconed, 

until our passage, within the now.

no more the audience sense of being,

but fully elaborate as intermingling.

losing its sense of separateness,

into unified zoom,

as ever the bloom, 

beyond the expression of time.

so have at that,

which is beyond the expression of time,

without the need of audience clarity.

be the of, 

of the one it.

having left depiction to be,

where there is no narrative to be,

just the before of timeless bliss,

the present filled, 

without knowingness,

and that which is within.

yet a journey for us,

to find ourselves

as this celestially sacred,

beyond the notion of separates

that have finally come to embrace . . .