A sudden nano-burst
of steeped tranquility,
and I have not moved,
even one thought over.
I am hardly a new breath,
still in the awareness echo
of the last heartbeat.
Notice of itself,
without the masquerade
of particulars
is panting in the haste
towards arriving.
Transition’s twitch-means
has not signaled yet
towards lifting a limb.
It’s other-worldliness
that comes as a flood, a calling.
I am quick
with my inner eyes,
but no nametags appear.
The cue of presentability
in me, is leaderless,
no gestures for portrayal,
not even time
for alert to the troops
of summary as assistance
or a fix of posture
or a self-conscious decree
for presence to bloom
front and center.
Can’t pull a topic up
or even launch
a tongue with lips
towards words alert.
All the mental synapses,
miles and miles
of these nerves,
are even now
still in fire lines,
caught passing buckets
of same-ole same-ole
napping slosh along.
It is a sudden burst
of steeped tranquility.
And it has taken me
into simultaneity,
to a receiver mind,
maybe heartfelt,
outside of time
that is shrouded by
feeling’s pheromones.
It has taken me beyond
the heart of the matter,
beyond the need
for designation in action.
It is a sudden burst
of steeped tranquility,
and with this rush,
my soul has ever so
invisibly sparked
an impetuous smile
coming upon me . . .
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