Experience is this incomprehensible
celebration through the now
as we particularize it
with our sensory awareness, in the mix
from a mind-state sense of ourselves.
We are ever that metaphorical water flow
becoming manifest through us
from within as we somewhat attend
from externalized observation.
Whatever the mixed media
of presentation that occurs,
however the receivership for us is,
that is reflected as becoming the broadcast.
It is an integral part of however we,
through our instrumentation,
consciously claim it.
Fluid, though deeply subtle,
is the only constant about it.
Our consciousness is more than a game
of recognition as tag.
Conclusions and judgments are us
taking personal timeouts from being present.
Who we truly are, is only dressed up
in consciousness, as fashionably aware.
That we do fear, as a preoccupation
with a false presence,
is only a frontal affectation
as dimensionally flat screen consuming,
without any immediacy
to an authentic presence to embrace
as expressive celebration, in the now
as the now.
For there is no justification to being in the now.
There is no reward for being in the now.
Self-consciousness is politely incidental.
The isness seeps through
however dampened or clouded in the moment.
Spirit has way.
Unconsciousness is only the limitation
on the brightness for others to experience
and to readily embrace,
in the now, as the now . . .
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