this, and that,

what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting

as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform

an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,

Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John

as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable

peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.

Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace

knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part

of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.

From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs

what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we

not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if

this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.

My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced

at this previously unthinkable point. Ready

to experience thought slowed to ink speed…

elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,

front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness

like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word

logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit

hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,

Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,

curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee ****, kids

you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,

tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,

than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything

perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,

who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.

The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief

can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,

if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,

noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing

as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then

thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,

message sent, Peace on Earth.

When does a gift given become a gift received?
If a gift is not accepted, is it a gift indeed?
If a gift is left unopened is the gifting actually achieved?

(Is a gift not a gift if it is rejected?
Does it lose its giftedness when refused or neglected?)

Does the gift itself retain some kinetic gifted energy?
Or does it need the active catalyst of reception
to truly be the gift that its giver intends it to be?

This Christmas be sure to accept your full responsibility
to receive with a fully open heart as well as open hands
this gift I give to you from me.

(I've left the receipt in the bag.)

I gave you something
that belongs to me,
and all you left for me
was the gift receipt.

Try to see that we're all on repeat
Improving techniques
Familiarity comes with a fee
Feel free to pull up a seat
but take this receipt
Déjà vu is approved

Repetition helps us relate too
A translation of trauma
Through authentic remnants
When fragments come loose
from sourced attributes

Filter your core beliefs
The further we seek
Higher levels of attainment
require persistent maintenance
No rehearsed alliteration
or forced informal acquaintances
Be true to you

I gave something to you
that belonged to me,
but most importantly
I gave something to you
that I should have wanted for me.

I'm going to hold onto my birth certificate
like my mother holds onto receipts

and when I write my last rent check
addressed to whomever lives upstairs

I'll knock on the door

and when they open
I'll kindly flash them the paper
which never expires
and I'll ask
for a refund

and they'll say "No,"
"We only accept exchanges,"

and then I think I'll believe in reincarnation.