if love could mean, then we could be 9/17/17

there is a place to fully come into,

to realize that place is everywhere.

the difficulty with it being everywhere

is that the method of contrast into distinction

soon looses it cutting edge of identification.

the whole status of itness as separates fades.

the handle for knowing oneself

by what one observes

also starts to loose it sense of clarity.

the revelation of experience begins to alter

in that personalized perception does not have a ‘me’ basis.

you are not the belongings or the account.

language tails off as irrelevant for origin or usage.

possibly wondering who of you is saying anything.

imagine an expansion in all direction at the same time

as an embodiment consensus without conclusions,

a unity beyond being a collective,

experience as a lessor state of involvement,

familiarity has no noun as a buoyancy status

and no comparative truth as its cohesion.

distraction has no self as audience in receivership.

there is no cognition entertaining or entrainment.

there is no free-fall from the whole.

self-conscious, in all its manifestations, ceases.

there is a voiceless language of oneness

and it is outside of any time dimension.

there is immediacy of relentless surrender

yet the namelessness of integrity continues unknowingly.

you’ve never left what you wholly, seamlessly are

but without timeline acknowledgment or restraint.

there is no thought impedance to being.

self has a profound relevant indifference fading.

as you proceed, you take nothing of you, with you.

all referentials have dissolved in transformation.

once there, you know none of this,

as even there has no there,

no person of inquiry, no status to being.

you currently can’t recognize this in any contrast way.

you are of it and disrobing of particulars and self

to become authentically conscious.

all the techniques of self-consciousness do not apply,          

and this, as unity, has no relational elements.

knowing does not assist in any manner.

so, not to be understood,

and so, you have blessedly dissolved

as if evolutionarily departed from,

if love could mean, then we could be . . .