There are no edges

everything is seamlessly so

so much so that there is . . .

only one thing

almost in defiance

to human perception.

We made up everything

as separate things

with definite surfaces.

We are not ready

for the experience of one thing.

We could not have trained

more improperly

for the observation of one.

We ‘default know’

by comparison mostly.

We spend major amounts of time

keeping track of things we identify

as separate and distinct.

Our senses lack the depth

to come to that oneness

and we converse to reinforce

our ‘many things’ model.

Oh yes and words themselves!

How does that ritual of speech

and subsequently the written word

bring us essentially closer together?

Is it that . . . the greater the diversity

the more the depth

towards the empathy of one?

By the ‘naming everything

as everything’ as our process,

we produce edges and separates

and a custodial life

as a succession of labels

to fully occupy the mind.

And all of these words,

they lobby for ‘living truth’

out of ‘static pose’

to appear in an ‘agreement status’

as to our making.

That we would take time out

from being the truth

as we impose a consensual truth

as the truth.

But truth itself

has no real surface

or place in time to do that.

Everyone is only coining

their own understanding

of everything

as anything is

as any next thing!

There must be limits

to the truth,

for eventually . . .

there are no edges.