Our general experience is like peering
through a peephole in a paper bag
of lower dimensional perception.
We are in a lifetime effort
at a dumb-down into a sensory range,
which provides primarily
for a symbolic interpretation
from our interactional means.
We become caretakers
of these activities as the primary means
that keep us identified as separate
from everything around us.
We are in a grand prison of articulation
in the most linear of fashions.
We are even fundamentally unaware
of the massive bacterial composition
of ourselves in an aliveness format way.
We treat most everything around us
as referential by its form
and static-ness by our recognition.
We seek the adrenals of motion
in the grosses of manners
and ignore anything significant
in its vibrational existence.
That we are composed of star matter
from the distant cosmos is just plain fanciful
but no sense of connectivity
to expand our sense of being.
We are senselessly nouns in a universe
that functions without nouns at all.
We still fiddle with still camera notions
as if this fascination gives us
a sense of transcendence as being.
We have ‘conjure’ as a front row seat,
not realizing there is no audience by any means.
We have a need for “why” and ‘how to’
as if cognition, by its present method,
is the baggage we need to travel with,
for where we need to go.
Our heart of heart words would never form
to substitute for what already is
but unconscious and unrealized in us to be.
Self-consciousness is an orphanage
as a measure of our displacement from source.
I can only
use words to disrobe
from the pretense we project.
Once there, there is no there.
Once it happens, there is no happening.
There are no events, nor audience, nor account.
Words are
the inadvertent noise
of a sideshow, no longer attended.
There is no ‘we’, to have words with.
Where we are one,
comparative truth is a death wish
that is not possible to pronounce.
All words are see-through outfits
where meaning is a wearable morality
and we, as one,
are a deeper dimensional oneness,
collectively and vibrationally nude
inside of these,
our particularizing cognitive clothes.
Our oneness is an ongoing event
without specifics, observation, evidence,
self-consciousness as recoil,
or intelligence as means.
That you only understand all of this,
is an allegiance to be riddled
with and for the rest of your life.
So, from within yourself,
your inner knowing,
the isness, from where we are one,
leap off this page . . !
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