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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

insisted catharsis * 4/30/13


In a writhing mind, is there
relief from the box camera of self?
If for leaving the tripod of self-sanity?
No more the development
from the captured images by recognition,
no more the possessiveness
from self consciousness as stir,
no more a position
of registry as self sensed.
I leave in resolution
the anomalies of identification.
I take off the wardrobe of eventfulness.
I am no more than
a drop in a rainfall, given to flow,
than a granule in migration
amongst all other grains in the ever-shift,
than an exhale
in an usherence as breeze.
I am ocean in return.
I am mountain in surrender.
I am the escort of motion by breath.
I am of these things
and never to be named.
I have no context for animation
that is so, here just to be.
I am all of nothing, ever in motion.
Each exhale, the absolution from I,
somewhere in the lyrics
of all song, some expression
in the medium of all sound,
to be the perfume from glitter
in freefall migration,
to be the out-breath
of a black hole’s confession,
to be the evidence produced
from mostly exploring
the lower vibrational rates
that express as mass,
to be in the hookup phase
where prayer becomes spirit,
to be in the inner wisdom gained
from where all words
are spirits rising
from road kill in passing,
to be wrapped in the fabric
of fallout igniting.
I, shamelessly, come from word,
without dress rehearsal,
without the glitch of time.
We, as oneness, are in the mix,
where wondrous has no shelf life.
I honor what you are as essence,
said back to you.
Do not hear me,
but be . . .

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