we of oneness

Buried beneath the buzzings

as the quizzical of busy minds,

deeply behind the sensorials

occupying temporal’s passage,

a sleeping walking thick

of habitual frames,

that pass so swiftly

as almost unnoticeable

but still calculating for themselves,

cues up for a potential response.

All of this is in action

as trip wires of self-identity,

all as honorable contracts

of self-respect,

all for the code rules

of self character in place

heaped high with longings

overcoming disappointment

dragging along recent memory

possessed as titillating recall

pitching desires worth pursuing

and immediacies of attention

as firm commitment towards resolve.

There is an essence

as a constant

in its ever-changingness the same.

It is source-full

beyond every measure taken,

absent to accountability’s call,

dismissible by distraction blend,

beyond the bleed through

of life as metaphor

and possibly this “now”.

but it is only as a cliché,

only in manner of its delivery,

unattainable by effort,

insurmountable by wisdom gained,

surrender’s surrender,

within the inadmissible’s journey,

finalizing as joyless joy.

It is from beyond

where words have causal origins,

where distinction lives

in absolute obsolescence.

That there,

of no there,

of everywhere

is beneath the muted ever so.

The small deaths of ticking time

yet in all as so denied

this oneness still pervades,

uninterruptible by the pour.

No mass . . . no form . . . no means,

we, as one,

live as the acting out

in vacant celebration . . .

It is so unidentified as such

yet only by the applause of breath,

riding in the physical cellular

as the living wave of life and death.

In giving spirit to this,

the palette of expression

however deaf . . . dumb . . . and blind

in wherewithal

but yet an elixir in reverence,

clear of measure is . . .

what we of oneness be . . .