The book within which my mind/fingers/perception now inter-tangles

Is a numinous window/doorway/matrix where abiding is

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Beyond and through the inside/outside being question/answer

Nothing held back even in the current system version and nuts ‘n bolts

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We are meeting everything we are ALL the time NO exception

Where are the reins, if there are any reins at all, once a bit ‘n bridle

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This book unwritten and written both, abides with effortless grace

Just before its expression, as the tenterhooks of the unconditional

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We praise those who can pull the physicality from the vision As if

Its existence were something of utterly impossible proportions

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The way you cannot put your finger on the music itself only the score

But to inhabit or rest with that which is only you or self, vibratory-self

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Do not go to that tempting sense of separate identity, so many filters

Must be engaged, energized -only to dumb down the very essence of You

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What is pleasure but an awesome joining with What Is, no separation,

Which identity and falsehood claim as their territory, a cocks’ waddle

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We take exceptional acceptance to preferences in which identity relies

Not even realizing we are doing so, we become the pecking order itself

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I am this book, closed or open. I have this life. I am life here and now.

Many pages are there written, unwritten, erased and rewritten, evermore

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Transparent to the phenomenal existence of the felt sense and beyond

Pages turn within pages, simultaneously flowing, multi-directional space

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This book that carries space as the primary ingredient and we write with

The particles of our beingness, sometimes so tightly and so densely

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Only to see in sharp contrast in those moments outside of time how we

Catch our breath on the densities, grasping and gasping in that weather

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Worn way of guarding ourselves from What Is as if there were something

Better to have and hold even though having and holding are pure fiction

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Just look at the nature of phenomena, what has ever stopped phenomena

In such a way that What Is is stored, saved, made impervious to that which

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We Are. The background and foreground, look there, as they are so often

Reversed or better yet, made real in their opposites, then chosen and fitted

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As yourself. Choosing, a kind of choosing we call living this life, takes us over

And the true choice is no choice: simply not setting yourself/other apart

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All within these pages whether of paper of earth or pages of touch screen

Enter in and rest, as the you you know/don’t know is already resting within.

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September 25 – 28. 2013