The hand that moves all things
The dream that dreams about a dreamer
in the content of connection
conviction and introspection
who am I?
The question arose in the prose of the one who knows what?
where does one end and one start not
where should one go and what should one know
pointing to a premonition in the awakening of who
the mind that questions is reversed in the questioning of what a mind is and can do
where am I?
Location stripped of Geographical imagination
how can I know ?
How is the method for knowing and the vehicle for the answer to come and go
what do I know?
knowledge is not the store bank for taking the cake to collect dividends in the snow
what is this world?
The world asks and the world answers
AM I? I AM?
That which makes me be what I can be is what can make you what you are
what is want?
A longing, a feeling, a needing
I let go and let go
below as below
the point of nothingness is a void of pregnant potentialities
revealed in the reflection devoid of personalities
pure provision provides the richness of the immensity
vast is the vision that pulsates in the prongs of ecstasy
my now is the same now as always
the days stretched into the furnace of a fire pit
fit for the nectar to drip, to sit in the safety of serenity
the children of the world rest on the land of a lawn revealing the belly of a queen
words make a scene in the scheme of the dream
wake up to a pleasantry or a distant memory
wake up to the reality
one who is trapped is not one who is free
any moment that compels action leaves a ripple in the tides of the momentum
driving with you , you drive me
take what is needed and leave all that is unnecessary