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Monday, August 30, 2010

A timeless now

Life is not

an entitlement of response

though almost every moment

is evocatively enrolling.

The senses are trained

to report unceasingly so.

There is the underwritings

of concept, working premise,

actualization, intended outcome,

and demand of documentation.

The insistence of deliverance

is forthcoming.

Experience then becomes

the momentum of alibi.

Struggle and sorrow are

the disclaimers of reverence.

Pain is the impetus

of understanding implied.

Fear is the private entrance

to a self-devotion

where the veil of blindness is

temporality’s pleasure as deeds.

Morality is as a rope-bridge

across the apparent desolates

of now.

Our commonality is

aloneness unto death.

Our lives are of acceptance

and thus we compensate

with hearsay and belief.

We are richer every moment

forward of a lesser kind.

We are truly manifested unity

in disaster and dismay.

We are listless in chorus.

The song, as a waking state,

journeys the planet in surround.

We are prisoners to the want

of freedom’s claim.

The treasures are

of the ambience of soul

that comes through

despite the apparent spikes

of personality

and the predispositions

of circumstance in override.

Only in the birth and the dying

does soul seem so evident

of field and of being.

Why doesn’t this illusion

as life method

fosters purity of heart?

I beg for a radiance

to overtake my sensing,

for a flush of brilliance

to dissolve the bones

of my thought.

I am to disrobe of conclusion

until absolutely nothing

of objectification resides.

I am not the summons for peace

that is a human

self-administered refrain.

If I am lost in the oneness calling,

so be it by its own means;

a vessel, a conduit,

an absence that feeds.

May a desperate wholeness

shape my last remains.

Where one manifests as many

of the one

in pronouncement of the one

of unknowable means!

No persuasion

as with time or space.

Grace be emanative throughout

as about a timeless now.

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