I am in love
beyond what mass represents
or experience can label.
No need of a demonstrative means.
The ocean of space is layers removed,
less than the presence of this feeling.
Even this feeling, full-blown,
only taps the surface as attention.
I have no consciousness within
to be a separate person
filled with this.
I left language on the ground
to deal with gravity and location.
My senses are not my providers with this.
All that I know and know of
is just wardrobe
to fall back into,
props when moving
towards outward expression.
How we hold
what is so articulated as separate
is so minor, so very minor,
as to be small currents, minor eddies,
in an ocean of fluid connectivity.
I want to absorb the richness of you
from you then back to you
beyond the linkage of experience.
First we are tones.
Tones that we each hear.
Then we are matching tones,
a harmony bathing us
until we are swimming in that shared tone.
We are that one tone without separation.
We are no more a we but one sound,
one beyond the tone.
That tone is no more a sound
but an environment of being,
inviting and inclusive of everything.
Wrapping us in allness.
We are no more an exchange.
Oneness comes through,
the pouring has no vessel of frame.
The flow is all of consciousness in motion.
There is nothing referential to attend.
Intimacy, as the last form of identification,
melted and melded.
All the nouns have dissolved.
Meaning liquefied has no map.
Location has no pose.
Sense has no import.
Focus has allness without delay.
Wisdom has no trickledown language.
Words are mountains
and meanings are high cliffs
to jump off of, effortlessly so.
Now has being as all,
yet without shape or form
or sense containment.
Whoever is saying this to you
does not mean
to be offensive by meaning
or need for understanding
or relevance as if conversing.
This is just a wind across a wing
as all of oneness in flight . . .