to live in the constancy
of contentless awe.
buoyant without boundaries,
ceaselessly seamless reverie,
possibly being lost to thought,
yet active with mindless think.
not imagination in a callout,
but emotion, running high,
as soundless thunder in shimmers.
a collective choir boasting silent enterprise
in seamless summations without giving account.
breathy dream-speak, as an intoxicant,
yet as a voiceless warmth pervading,
where time passing can not pronounce monotony
and upliftment is ascendency as a constant.
and embrace is the only form of passage
from one mindfulness purring into the next.
there is this loss of spacial-ness.
boundary has no face presenting.
upliftment has gravity in laughter.
there is buoyancy in the sensory air-lift onward.
conclusions are impoverished for account.
speechless becomes its own tonal language.
where conclusions reached are wastefully absent
and assumptions are dismissive of themselves.
facials tell of magnitudes from beyond,
as awe leaves the containment of immersions,
but not as impressions
that could possibly tell as account.
awe,
and there is no means of return,
without adding dimensions
to your awakened consciousness as being . . .
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