::
There is place in my mind
Where my thoughts can wander freely,
Once they stop inspecting themselves
So very very CLOSELY;
A place where they can dance
Naked around the living room,
Unencumbered by attention
To detail, to the opposite of detail,
To the opposite of the opposite of detail.
:
The tricky part is that to find this place
I must get lost looking for it;
Only ever realising that I was there
Once I am no longer where
...Intention meets in-attention...
::

Questions his intentions
When he starts his battered truck
Ready to take him places
In awe when he realizes
He left
Is it nowhere or somewhere
Forced to judge he is alone
He keeps driving
Enters a roundabout
Full circle on the inside lane
Deciding on an exit
Not now he is playing his game
Indecision marred his intention
Second right for going south
Stop for gas
Back in your seat
His intention is
To be about
Does his thing no frowns now clear
Ready to go
Enters a new lifegoals' pier
(c)near_lane7

I read
Every word
Thrice

First, like everyone does
Second, for their intention
Third, for my comfort zone

A kind remind

If the intention is good
Just be
Nothing needs to be proven
You will find the way

Oneday

∞
Name the word, for the word has a name.

Listen to it breathe. Let it lie lightly in the mind and liquid

on the tongue. Bear its essence forth, its personality and its intention

- conceived briefly, discarded readily, pronounced forcefully.

∞

How does it sit with you? The spread of its silhouette suspended

within a silent interval. How does it move you? An attitude framed by

the gesture of a hand. Is its pitch sharp or flat, its texture course or fine?

∞

Allow meaning and resonance, intonation and feeling to merge unencumbered;

the syntax of the imprisoned soul, emancipated by a river of sound, to mould

the shape of your aboutness, around and within, beyond and in spite of...

And hear consciousness dance.
∞