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Saturday, January 30, 2010

The point

Each moment undresses itself,

most always in different ways

as if we, as the voyeurs of audience,

come with different unique perspectives

to play in our diverse minds.

Each moment inadvertently reveals,

through its self-conscious fumbling

with curious timidity

and foreign first person self sense,

the eventual yet deducible truth

that each moment is the same moment

but not again.

It is anew as the same

in essence, it is the same,

yet while in process,

wildly no . . .

apparently not the same.

A thousand moments

of refined viewing

and a faint of sameness

may flash or blush.

Ten thousand moments

of committed intent

and the same emerges

as a philosophic birth,

easily dismissible

by a simple blah blah blah response.

A way of life as observation,

lives that moment

yet undisclosed.

Belief as stature,

as substance,

has come and gone.

This commitment seems arthritic

to view

though deeply efficient

yet not herald.

Each moment has taken over

but unexpectedly,

it was the in-depth observation

that should have triumphed.

The wardrobe of awareness

strolling the sensory boulevard

is basking in the tell-all syndrome

of self reflection

but no,

this is not really gated properly

for the purposes of entry.

It just is . . .

moment upon moment.

Like a foot placed upon the surface

of the lake of life,

then with one foot after the other,

as if the mystery was hidden

in a standing wave

buried beneath that surface,

the weight bearing of awareness

with each step forward in time,

is more deeply immersed,

for by this means

an entry is gained

below the surface

of our generalized experience.

No . . . this cannot be.

shattered by the rippling

going out onto surface details

observable as results,

yet still stupefied

by the appearances

of self as pace and gait and ramble,

meeting with wetness,

liquidity, and immersion

is an underworld awaiting

and yet there is so much more . . .

Each moment, as the point,

with some much depth

behind the flatness

as quantum in disguise.

Each moment is . . .

as every is . . . in time.

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