what travels in the mind-sky of inference,
beyond the sensories of cognition,
not in the reductionism of math,
not in the plaintives of sentence structure.
for even word-search is only pebbles
to eyes reflectively as glistening,
or to be on a vacant wander,
of a beach long-face confessing.
how does one ask for a leap
into phantasmagorical mediums,
beyond the fabric of existence's rule?
how does beckon besiege
what appears as a vacuum's occupancy?
not even the whim harnessed to inundate
or a capacity to proceed with overwhelm,
yet somewhere within,
somehow compelled,
beyond what honesty confesses to.
to infer depths and composures
not in the frame of reality's poses.
to cause the mind to venture
beyond its stated conditioning,
and minute-by-minute operational premises.
to leave thoughts as if mannequins still-posing,
to go into depths of the vacancy of think,
before its subsequently capture as thought-statics,
before provocative became sensory applauded.
imagine if think had no fixation complex,
a stream without banks,
an ocean without confines.
each drop the whole of every other.
how confounding of a mind-style,
to be rendered as a concept of being.
was there a before conceptual was burdened
with a reality as a liquidity of downpour?
imagine if stream-speak had no listeners
but all was chorusing,
profound in an abounding surround,
yet always within
where one cannot audience,
but only immerse in a reverence of oneness,
without boundaries or account,
where no mindful without immersion within.
where realization is surrender to a vibratory intimacy,
that is as if debunking temporal as a mind state.
all of mass is as a pose,
yet never a mindful need of rendering,
not even a mindful, ever in need.
to think without thought.
to be, without identity as a breach.
where the ovum of whole
is non-defined oneness.
and awareness has no receivership
to its being.
is, without definitionals.
be, one without audience constraints.
think as the surrender,
that leaves of itself,
to oneness be . . .
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