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 . . .