If we could

If we could, would we?

Would we want to ignite

all of excited-ness

until there were no more

beginnings or endings,

until it was seamless?

So that there are no more peaks,

and it is all about endless glide.

So that there were no more

onsets and fanfare,

just wistful expanded fountaining.

Would we want to pounce on

“associated-with-thought”

and bring it to its feet of “clay” clarity?

Would we want to have it admit

its lackluster sidekick role

to the heart of the matter?

Would we want to vaporize

thought’s outlandish attachment

to results and conclusions?

Would we want an essence instead

that graciously

and uniformly fills everything

without those thought filled summaries

or the blame filled naming of names?

If so, we would want memories

to give up their attention passports

and find their place more appropriately

in the visions vines rooted

rightfully in the here and now.

We would want our futures

to meet our ancients,

almost as a successful dating service

that smoothes their way

into a constant deja vu,

of calling up the present.

We would want all those last

laments and remarks,

the ones just before death

and also their bodyguards of circumstance

that will hold them up to us,

to forget about it.

Forget those summational deliveries,

forget all the references made

towards any indications of wealth,

love, sincerity, honesty, merit,

or consensual worth.

We want all of that blather

to not even show up

with that inferential speech

and think that it has any status

because it claimed

some distant presence

in recalling any

of our share of spirits’ past.

Find for us the deep core

that has contact with all of life,

that goes into the closet

of these appropriate personalities

from before and a new,

and tell us

it means something more than

these lives of now

are just of transit existence.

Would we then be ready

to bludgeon experience

for it brashness,

to attempt to consume our attention?

Would we want to strip away

its entitlement

about immediacy and temporality?

Would we want experience,

our current method of experience,

to back away from the table,

and to give back those presumptions

about accountability’s insistence

and desire’s needs?

If so,

we would want somebody to tell us

that experience,

as we claim to know it,

really only exists

as our favorite shared disability

because of it’s consensual popularity

in a commonplace custodial kind of way.

We would want to ignite

beyond the moods of being up or down.

We would want to ignite

where there are no breaks or sighs,

no content floating to the surface,

no light and dark,

no stretch, no reach, no distance.

We would want feelings and thoughts

to be like busy water bugs,

on the surfaces

of these deep swims of soul,

where our whole bodies

were filled with a fluidity

that is the sweet sound

of evident coming to the surface.

We would want to ignite this existence

as our constant embrace.

We would want where space is

to be the only invitation we need,

and our movement,

our movement of any kind,

to be the endless kiss

of this space-embrace.

That’s what we would,

if we could,

want to ignite . . .