Our condition of truth,
is media cajoled
by the nose-ring of curiosity
posing as interest.
By this method,
we are occasionally
grazing on experiences,
somewhat taking nourishment
somehow not knowing
how or why.
We are somewhat pulled forward
by a myriad of emotional pangs,
all of which eventually will recede.
By then
the momentum of falling forward
has new apprehensive pangs
and their waggle of say.
Looking back, weeks,
years or decades later,
huge gaps
of senseless pursuit appear.
Inquiry is eventually chewed
into a bland of absent-mindedness.
Unconsciously drawn and driven,
in that false alarm light,
are indistinguishable urges.
There is nothing
that essentially matters,
for the stand alone
highlights of themselves.
Self-consciousness will coalesce,
yet it is inwardly moving forward.
Our thought-form hands are filled
with contentious controversial heaps
yet dripping with meaningful
and meaningless,
as if to feed
the pangs of our emptiness.
We find from that diet
of palpable passivity
that grips us
as the consensual world.
Only when we find ourselves
from behind these positions
and apparent circumstances,
do we truly get to
authentically personally confirm
our condition of truth.
Then, the light of our being
goes through us
and through others around us
together.
There is such shared revelation,
as much as dust in the air
becomes confetti of the heart,
and the collective light
does come
as if kindred souls awake.
And it goes through us
and yet there may be
no apparent ignition.
But there is light from within.
And this light from within
does reveal, our condition of truth.
Movement from within
our spirits realized,
in this apparent stillness
that each of us possess,
is really
and richly so,
our condition of truth . . .
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