We bes vibrational energy
flowing no identity to a thing there and here

expressing without having one to call source
all bes before being bes anything

human bes brought up thinking and believing
it speaks to other humans and it seems
and looks that way physically
a body makes sound and sound returns to it
but meaning bes a different kittle of fish

all goes thru you as waves and resonance
not letters numbers and pictures in the mind
its not coming to you the way you think it be
it be coming to your vibe rate
the way the body feels as you process
the information you think
no out there exists outside the mind
mind has put it there
you bes here in the all now space
creating and looking
thru and to all you created to look at

we never speak in opposition to ourselves
human has come to separating its human aspects
from its non human aspects
and battled over that for eons
human teaching human

a knowing bes not ones own
it be taught by other thinkers
some tuned way high some not
thinkers all the same
knowledge all the same

we believe openly
before thinking or believing any external stuff internally
nothing bes inserted
a body will recognise a vibe rate to suit its spin
be close to it all times
as you process information
pay attention to the body emotionally
not the information flowing thru mind space
and reaction to it

any word on the water

Human
has been living not as their self

actors wearing personas created thru time and condition
representing worlds created thru influence not choice
a true human being follows and smells no scent but their own

You doesn't know
it knows more than it knows

and will defend itself at all cost to death I dare say

from
knowing what it thinks it doesn't want to know

Life
spins no answer
to a question

until its
given an answer

it bes
an endless
line to questioning
before a suspect be caught

fish
eat fish

cat
eat fish

fish eat cat

Words
neither hurt nor sting

all opinion
bes self inflicted

I once found seaweed
In my hair
And I search for days
For the ocean
As if I will open the door
There will be miles of water
Ricocheting against the door jamb
Every wave whispering hello
But, there was nothing
Only an empty hallway
I rest my hand upon my chest
To find vibration
And when I cover my ears
Close my eyes
I see the ocean in me

No target
bes greater

than
empty space
full of itself