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Tuesday, May 21, 2024

the making the sign of the cross


what if 10,000 nuance hits 

of a higher vibratory self 

are in this process?

it's so hard to immerse 

in a transcendence, 

when there's a pronouncement of vanity 

in the mundane.

what if serious inward self-discussions go on 

in a language base 

that has no nouns?

where vehemence vibrationally exists 

as the surface reflection 

of an inward tranquil pool.

disregard has no eyes for audience 

to the presence of this.

there is this inner presence 

that truly goes on 

without the say of it 

ever verbally approaching.

we are as a being in residence, 

beyond the use of self, in regard.

as a sense of liquidity 

without dimensionality, 

without either regard or restraint.

even temporality only exist 

as a sacred shallow breather.

this is where dimensions of conjecture 

fall silent in respectful dismay.

where an inner sense of radiance 

is traveling outwardly, 

at the speed of bloom.

and blush has an innocence 

in response, 

that never leaves its homeland, 

for birth.

this is where an exude of radiance 

wears an ongoing sense of pour.

where the mystique of mystical 

has gained a sense of residency.

there is now a potency 

that has gained an outpour, 

as a sense for this, as residence.

it is as a dignity is transfixed 

in the slightest newness 

of ongoing shimmer.

where residence has no spatial occupancy.

and any sense of inner grasp 

exists as the functionality of this embrace.

and eventually, 

embrace is striped of its articulates 

into a sense of immerse.

until no one is aware of oneness 

outside of a first-person sense of its presence.

this is where, 

the drum is always humming 

and the beat has dissolved 

of its individuality as of a self.

this is where

sincerity, as a presence,

has evolved itself, 

out of the intentions of shallow seriousness.

any sense of lather and carriage 

has become potentized

as a potion, now potent in sacred usage.

where any sense of selfdom 

has lost its looking glass's reflection.

and all of the historical facility of language 

has transcended of itself, 

into the constancy of one unceasing hum.

and beingness has no usage 

for the time-honored-ness, 

that knowledge portends to be profound.

this is when residents 

comes to have no wear of their presence.

and beingness has no observance 

of any awareness being profound.

and the sense of 

oneness gives up its mathematical heredity 

just to ever be.

and space eventually evolves 

to become its own ongoingness of presence 

as if sunlight is its own sense of self-radiance.

then the translation of experience 

becomes the outpour of this ongoingness.

and physicality only exists 

at the outer fringe edges 

of the vacant drum rolls of existence.

and experience of itself 

only exists, 

as the ongoing pronouncement of isness.

this is where there's a cutting-edge of width 

that is wider than 

separation has the capacity to grasp.

this is where dimensionality is formatted 

in every sense of articulations as embrace.

and the notions of leave and take 

have entered into the realms of non-existence.

and functionality has no witnesses 

other than the fluid sense of integral.

the sense of itch and scratch 

have entered into that same timeless state.

and thus, awareness gave up its residence 

as a timely audience perspective.  

and even experience 

of its own accord, 

has migrated into an isness of embrace 

as the end usage of self-perspective.

pain and pleasure of themselves 

became resourceful 

beyond their need of differentiated existence means.

so is the same fate 

as to worrying and fret, 

as they came to have no timelines of heritage 

to be of aliveness anymore.

this is where a dog barks a tree surfaces,

the pound of a forest.

this is where a sky flies a bird 

into the existence of a landing 

that chooses to be.

where water waits in wading pools 

until it gets a chance to wave.

where wind will have hissy fits, 

waiting while thermals debate 

a sense of their direction.

and finally,

this is where a wish 

evolved into a want, 

during a timeline 

as a yawn . . .

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