the meaning of life 9/11/17

the meaning of life is the wheeze from feedback

that self consciousness offers.

experience is that format

while meaning is its formality

within the constructs of said mindfulness.

consciousness grapples within these means,

known as cognition

and its subsequent self-identification myopia.

linearity is mountainous

yet momentous in the confines of a timely manner.

language is the escapism we use

while depiction is always an audience proposal.

understanding assumes a buoyancy into one’s smallness.

linear thinking thrives by metronome’s insistence.

timing is a house-pet of familiarity.

awe assumes this audience stance

as the meaning of life chases its own tale.

meaning is but rendered happenstance,

just as beach sand is still migratory mountain

and ocean is the awe-transcendency of tears.

chemistry is but an aftermath of vibrational intimacy.

be aware that bygones and deja vus meet quite secretly.

the one sound of the universe is always recreated

into the lip-service of frequencies

where our notion of auditory is then just paraphrasing.

existence itself, is only occurrences

between recognition’s quotational marks.

heaven-help-us is a measure

of distanced-in-vacancy observed.

blood-flow is our prayer from a lessor cause.

the meaning of life reflects all the fractures

in the mirror of self-consciousness concerns.

for seeing oneself is a default positioning.

know is, of itself, a cursory means.

the meaning of life is a feature of posture;

hands and knees,

handrails and bowed heads,

self-consciousness as gestures,

turbulences as serenities,

uncommonness as compromise,

details as painful reentries,

with eddies and ripples as the surfacing of longings.

the meaning of life,

is as if postcards sent to us, from our isness.

who reads their own thoughts

for source and not just content?

when does read dissolve of itself-absorbed?

meaning rekindled into its essence

of essentialness, leaves no clues.

life has no fallback candor,

for life is the mentor of its isness.

we were captivated by a birthright parade route,

as if the indoctrinating means of birth.

so then, the meaning of life rolls by,

as if not absorbed but observed . . .