it must be
almost
summer solstice
i can smell the sweetness
of hay
the field is divided
between tall grass
and space
now
in bales
imagine this confluence of
intelligence
consciousness
bliss
like a field of sea
(write with mind
as self
to nobody
then
circulate)
emptiness
using the mind
and not
mind using
itself
consciousness
between intuition
and inspiration
reflecting awareness
is the revelation
tree frogs must be
at their peak
i hear
a distant siren
in their harmony
further is our intent
the open road
is consciousness
dividing lines
speak to mind
a new wild voice
not one in memory
almost like a seagull
in coyote staccato
beyond dna entrusted archetypes
heighten experience
lowering experience
consort or saddhu
any experience
will do
one
doesn’t make
the moment empty
the moment is
empty
reflecting
experience
not
reflecting on
experience
the experience itself
touches dna
mystic third rail
seeing
there’s no archetype
beyond
archetype
is
that
unknown
the time
to speak in
tongues
is fast
approaching
the moment
without reflection
experiential
beyond archetype
the great unknown
deja vu
is stuck between
an archetype
and distant
memory
you may remember rome
more power to you
but experience itself is how
that archetype
got milk in a day
it’s not so much
being mindful
as being
doing
mind
see the moment
beyond all archetype
now phantom
the noumenal
unknown
arjuna doesn’t
just arise
arjuna will
experience
for krishna
by knowing
now
the great unknown
now knows
the great unknown
to know now
i need to know
what isn’t now
this is the clown
of creation
there is a window
i see the window
the window is open
there’s an open window
i am the opening
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