Intimacy

without the thought "i need"

i just do what i want,
enjoy,
easy,
fun

i see ideas just come,
lightbulbs,
inspiration
friends,
fluidly,
activities
environments
images

life keeps lifing
light keeps lighting

i never need to figure it out,
if i don't have it, if i don't know,
i don't need to

so grateful

there's always ever a dance going on,
a flow,
continuous flow happens,
liquid,
thought is superimposed, but never makes it so

"waiting broke the pattern"
be still and watch--awareness

you have never been the thing thought told you,
a girl, a cup--same thing--subject, object,
house, tree, me
not

only awareness
flowing flowing flowing

taking it to the streets,
voluptuously expounding,
playing out her chastity

beholding the absence of form,
the inverse of space into no thing
dis appearing even as she appears--
it's never there

gone before you can name it,
define it,
it never has any existence
'til after the "fact"
when mind ropes it,
corrals it,
and shelves it
in la la land
that never was,
nor is
nor ever will be

truthfully, what has ever existed,
except the watching of it--the liquid stream?

Eternity, the portal out of the "time" lie/illusion

no thing but This,
awareness

so lovely
so gentle
so effortless

so amazing

impossible to put into words
impossible to share

complete and utter intimacy

just watch
for a moment
without the narrator

it will blow your mind
that the mind
was always just blocking the view,
grinding up such a totality
into little unrelated bits and  pieces

without the thought "i need"
they put humpty dumpty back together again

and the bird with the broken wing
can fly again