Fascination * 1/12/14

Fascination into full bore focus,

focusing in on the bore into nothingness,

to allow full spectrum curiosity free reign,

to be drawn towards nothing of definite means,

to immerse without a calling defined,

working with the faintest of hints, softly gathering,

no pressure for recognition to secure a sense,

input coming in all kinds

of mixed internal media ways.

The apparel of self,

is discovering itself in an embrace.

Knowing is very resultive.

Being is within the it of it.

This it not being separate but self extensive,

an inherent sagacity for the immediacy of there,

as the means of being conscious with it.

First order, is sense empty, explored.

For nothing arrives as details.

The wholism is beyond a grasp as an approach.

This is, once again, the apparel of self,

discovering a Quantum embrace,

where all words are apprentices,

forming in a line,

eager for applications to begin,

shaking hands with vagaries,

imploring hobnob self-dialogues

that might be overheard

as invitations to become apparent or evident

or substantive, or possibly some scale tipping

towards definite, that can be passed along.

All this as sacred durations of timeless journey,

to care and have concern 

without evidence beyond the appearance 

of stupor or dumbstruck on display.

There is no signage for directions,

no calling ahead, dead ends abide.

Fog banks may pose as greeters.

There may be no loot upon return.

But drawnness does the compelling.

Self, as witness, has reasons for self in doubt,

for leaving the boundariedness of certitude,

without the comportment of adventure,

without a defined self in repose, without the swarm

of senses towards conclusions,

without a self as permission continually granted,

pursuing the rigor of yet undisclosed,

not guaranteed the techniques of ‘find’,

not even a clear notion of ‘separate’ to intercede.

For what is below beneath or above beyond

may not be assigned as a means of leverage.

Experience is a prejudicial pretend.

Subjectivity is the eternal excuse

and yet the pilfer of minutia for the beckoning.

Ever present in each of us, then continues.

We, forever bored with stoic evidentials,

are blessed beyond sentience to provide,

have the happenstance of vagrancies

beyond what curiosity politely could present.

As nothingness is just a pseudonym,

for where we claim we have never been

but truly are drawn to go and beyond . . .