Strolling amidst somewhat blurry and barely perceived phantasms,
weaving to and fro inside patterns of my own construct.
Feigned countenance of purpose and destination,
tinted perception, shades of the past foregone.
An imperceptive guide, a tourist in my own state of mind,
knowing not what I cannot see.
Step by concrete step semblance of segmented pathways seemingly appear, always beckoning elsewhere
Impulse, stop wandering
I am here now, where I am
I am always here even when I think not.
I realize now I shall forever be.
Here segmented concrete paths phase into one unified field.
Fortuitous expanding boundaries,
in my seeing am I bound?
Or bound by what I cannot see.
Watching my thoughts reflecting me,
Having located his perfect seat while
embracing the truth at hand, the observer becomes still and peaceful..
Silence pervades this unified field where I am
Here no longer restrained nor tainted by tinted shaded lens, perception or concrete construct.
I am expansion through observance.
Attention engaged here,
new images appear
and being in the place I am,
my eyes see nothing while looking at everything to see,
in looking straight on,
Top from above and bottom below.
Illusion of time and it’s concrete segmented facade diffuses
A grand unification of what is equal and important.,and nothing to see but what is at hand.
Balanced between, seeing what was not previously seen
Black and white unite in gray.
In my perfect sight
The seer sees me.
Novel realities unfold, gently patterned and free.
I Am going nowhere to do no-thing.
No destination
Here, I am.
at my hand is where the universe reaches me
This is where you may find me
As above Peace, devotion to what is
So be it below
I am Essential like the sky
and see without judging
Aye