without being an entity

 

I look at substance,

like walls, leaves, feathers, fog,

ice, lightening, mirrors reflecting,

even soles of shoes, cloudy days.

and try to find each hidden essence.

looking beyond facial recognition,

excuses for wearage 

or experience in overwhelm.

everything is hardware for recognition usage.

but what is going on 

behind my functional recognition account?

everything having a hidden aliveness 

yet I am seduced by my experiential circumstance.

I want it all to be revealed

but sadly, on my terms,

my methods of awareness and cognition.

if I start a water fight,

or make a fire,

or walk in the rain,

they are all on my terms.

I get my experience,

as if those were all props,

staging for my narrative.

I learned nothing in depth

from my prison, from within walk.

I am like an outsider,

no matter what happens.

sure, I get to do some things,

like blow out a candle,

skips stones on a placid lake,

bury myself in fall leaves,

go digital off of a screen informing,

get as close to lightening,

without damage to me done,

ride on a train 

in a full-on snow storm,

eat meat as if a fulfilling meal

and can't even know the fabric of thought!

who thinks for me,

maybe as an arbitrator, 

but get no leverage towards my search.

I want art before it's materialized.

how wood accepts being so compromised?

how skidding works elementally?

where does aroma go on its dispersion journey?

substance is so stoic,

so uninterested to otherwise essentially meet.

it's like an invisible orchestra meets and plays

and all I get is music to my ears.

all words are just eating utensils. 

I don't want chew.

I want a sense for the isness present.

not my general means of interacting,

not someone telling me,

this is a good wine

or what elevation is,

or where we are standing.

I just want out.

no more bystander status,

no lip-service be.

just the zoom of essence,

without sensory account,

without mind as my seeing eye dog.

to be, vibrationally at home,

without being an entity . . .

we, as humans

 

sensory is a tethering of the mind, 

with a grip on a linear string ever sequencing.

recognition is the wow of the wind.

oceans have secret facial expressions of soul.

mortality is a glance of the here and there,

where self is an affirmation of its isolation, 

experientially pronouncing.

where livingness is laughing 

at life, as circumstantial.

our emotions are the palm lines 

in the hands of livingness.

the focus of the eyes are for viewing 

across the strike-plate of intake awareness.

we, as humans, hold each other's etheric hands, 

as an incessant subtlety of inner-hummings.

we all learn the rope-knots of language, 

as if the tie-down of a meaningful life.

we all have a reference point, 

as if a god, 

and then a subsequent set of beliefs, 

as mirrors.

acting out is the occasional chorus 

of the endless song, 

that living sings.

miracles occur, 

as if walks in the park, 

that seem to spontaneously happened.

we could all be the manifest 

of a complex of chemistry. 

but hardly any of us 

are that deeply aware.

for the signage of our lives 

is the signatures of our livingness.

and for every second lived 

is a sign off on the now.

spare parts for human usage 

are often in friendships, 

that come and go.

All are wantings, as humans, 

are a form of daylight savings time, 

that ineffectively shows its timing.

for this reasoning,

we got to be kidding, 

but we're not.

we all blow kisses of earnestness 

in our ever expressions 

of absent mindedness, presenting.

it is for all of us 

to discover that blessedness is a common form 

of materialization, in process.

for the more that we travel, 

as inner light reverie, 

the less we have the account 

of day and night in diary.

for each one of us, 

breath is a potential perusal of the spirit, 

in a conscious state of mind.

everything of the material plane 

passes through its stages of birth sight 

and of eventually, its burial, 

in the material plane's ever-dance of transformation.

it is for each of us 

to come to find 

that human are their happiest, 

when they're expressionless present

and feel lost of their mind.

for all humans, in a state of victimhood, 

are all working artists 

in their personal process presenting.

for humans, 

every know is coinage of a currency 

that earn-comes and spend-goes.

for we all are potentially chalices of upliftment, 

in other people's sips and sighs.

so if we ask each other, 

by the use of blank stares, 

we, as humans, are caring more 

than we're capable to know.

emotion, as non physical as it is, 

is always attempting to revel 

in the materialism 

that goes on as the show . . .

think precedes thought

imagine the habitat of self 

as a construction.

there is a universe of differences 

between think as origin  

and thought as outcome.

imagine that thought pirates think unceasingly.

think with free reign and open-ended,

not only of subject matter, 

but also of means.

means beyond the rational account 

of serving thoughts' order and needs.

think doesn't have to come to words

but thought had better.

think can have content

and awareness of the mediumship 

of that contents' construction.

imagine that thought functions 

in a one course fashion.

thought serves conclusions unceasingly.

think can be nano-seconds of worth,

while thought can be ponderously ongoing.

think is embrace and immerse.

thought is capture and custody.

think can go where thought can't follow.

thought has registry means

and provoked accounting as rational,

which is comparative truth, 

reigning from the past as orientation's need.

where in thought, new can only be novel,

not outright outrageous,

not beyond reasonable comprehension,

not phantasmagorical, 

as if in a mindful reach.

think has initiatory permission,

yet profoundly withheld, 

in service to thought.

think can be before words are accomplished.

since all symbolism is 

as a form and format for reduction to thought.

think has a means 

to become of vibratory mediumship,

to venture beyond audience symbology,

to enter into immersion, 

as cause-worthy presence.

where meaning is displaced

by actual presence within,

without the need of return.

none of this will be ventured

as thought provoked.

think is birthright forwarded

yet thought becomes the prominence of need.

to steal away for think,

is a privilege eternal.

thought will linger as experience's domain

waiting for your return . . .