beauty
is such
revelation of truth
quest:
question those precepts & preconceptions
taken most 4 granted,
all mind games
interpretations of this is (not) it
ask:
who is the operator of I am
who runs this mental-body
who am I
creator or (solely) victim
of my effects, impulses & drives
what-is, this alien entity
moving me, myself & I through
space-
time
to drop all
involuntary signifiers of identity
fused in consciousness
by language
just to whom do these thoughts appear
self
less of mind is
supramental being
push off from syntax--words & images
cloud my head room
as I fly out, no, jump off, of
all the nests in this material zone/
phenomenal plane's heir
sickness of the soul
fear
anxiety
depression
terror of abandonment
needing still to be left alone
lost in place
does not answer the query
it's false enmeshment
into subject-object, binary system overload
warning (fit to explode)
so then, is there even a world
to interpret
obsessive mind
open up to intuition
knowing
enigmas--
freedom from identification
is the love that I seek
w/in the love I already am
entire cosmic web
woven
single intelligence
yet this unidentified flying, objects
to the vast unknown
w/ nothing to defend
except suffering is what gives
ego-pleasure
caution
complex
reasoning the I cannot want
its own elimination,
but self longs for it
is such
beauty