Tag Archives: All That Is

Outlines

As I sit here it becomes clear

I need to create an outline

for a poem

that is ready to be written

 

Funny how a poem

can seem to need an outline,

to mark out everything

it could and would say

 

i) All That Is

ii) What now is becoming Known

iii) What is no longer necessary

iv) Reversals of figure/ground

 

Perhaps it is the space

between outline and poem

that I’m really interested in,

the visible reaches between

 

Wondering, will anyone else

see what I see there/here

as I map out the bridging

between seen and unseen?

 

Good thing I’m prepared for this step:

my new footwear is designed

for multidirectional levels of grounding

in body/mind/spirit and beyond

 

I have socks with holes in them,

but wait, these are black holes

and wormholes, as time disintegrates

& even temperature is refigured

 

Pants are no longer restrictive

nor all they were once worked up to be;

who wears the pants when domination

and control crumbles all around us?

 

Keep your shirt on (or not) but

find your colors amongst the

rainbow, as well as infrared

and ultra violet ~ all fluid light

 

Speaking of light, the naked eye

sees so much more than once upon a time,

marrying the inner eye & embarking

together, seeing expansion everywhere

 

The outline becomes omnidirectional

Just as time becomes No Time

Things are no longer what they seem

It is now easier than ever to Let Go

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Fumble

I am my own all and nothing

Sensations of the body brain crowd in

What of these am I and not

A new mix of All That Is

Dawning like any other new dawn

But a measuring stick was left

By an unexpected guest

And unconsciously I pick it up

Fumble, aim to use it until I see

What it is, grasped in hand

 

Walking backwards sizing things up

I trip over the empty footsteps

That were never there

And that is when

Everything relaxes back

Into simply What Is

 

The Yes That Rests

My friends the journey we are on

is astonishing

The capacity to relax as What Is

breathes in us

Tickling the odds into something

odder still

The Yes that has been resting

as pure Being

Since before and outside of time

whispering ever

Not even the slightest touch of

stern   effortlessly waits

And when it is come upon

just so

I’m not sure what astonishes more

that presence

Or the suddenness of recognition

-There All Along-

Like a bolt of lightning and

lightening both

Takes the breath away aloft

of preoccupations


The preferences forged amidst stress

of polar opposites

And forgetting the stark beauty of

All That Is

~

What captures our attention

rays of light

Reflecting the prism of the mind

in its dance

Or attention within awareness

as awareness

Where the Yes that rests

as Itself

Needing no argument nor

push against

Opening out even without opening

simply presents