To go into the nowhere of everything 2/26/15

I want to go into the nowhere of everything.

To go where silence is louder than sensate presents,

where sanity has no self consciousness to it,

where serene has no comparative basis of claim,

where sensuous is not an observational status,

where what streams has no apparent motion of measure,

where intimacy is a fallback perspective, out of oneness,

where all of the leave-taking imagined to get from a here 

to a there of a where, does not have any elements of disappearance.

That of ‘there’ was always right of here yet unnoticed.

Where, where has no come-forth means nor location present.

In oneness, there has no dimension proposing distance.

The presumption of space hides itself in this illusion of time, 

as time is the formidable task of linear exteriorized imposing experience.

When the essence of experience has no particulars,

then nothing of a sensate nature is incoming,

and oneness has no priorities’ perspective

and nothing configures as a topical in-time journey.

In inferring that I leap outside what I know myself to be and be, 

is to behold no separateness.

For me to enter into the mind of this now,

without space/time configuration,

is to know of the nature of nothing.

And that that passionate presence, is in everything

and that any further distinctions are to be

blatantly superfluous either as a medium or resource

or a way or a means.

A life journey accent up around the mountain of living,

is yet essentially composed of emptiness.

But when I have eventually circumvented the believed to be substance 

of this mountain and I get to the top of it,

the it of it, I may discover that I am once again

at the square-one awareness revisited.

But then that original startup, 

is now discovered to be unessential for me to once again, 

take that first step.

For that first step is only a journey of distraction.

And since I have possibly discovered

on that first journey up, I can’t know of myself

and also, be, I, in my absence of me, therefore am,

at the mountain top as so below,

and I leave behind the impactful awareness of ‘is’.

I surrender from the implicitness of the meaning of is.

I give up the experiential poignancy of is,

to go into the nowhere of everything, and be . . .