ľm grateful for the immanent
perceiver perceiving the perceived as is
ungarnished by story, meaning, purpose
innate & cognate
precedes cognitive & conative
pain is not suffering
when the steak makes me salivate
not the sizzle of hot media's bling bling
native beauty of the felt sense
fuzzy rich unyielding
pleasure when it clicks
inside deep
mysterious
always new
ha! a-ha! hahaha
laughter the child of surprise
a sudden turn
the ground spins beneath my feet
I hold on
optimal grip on what is real
realtime processing
affordances of my unwelt
smell of freshly toasted
spelt bread
over which newly churned butter melts
before the neurogenesis of photons
inside the mind's eye
l chop wood
for our drumming circle's bonfire
after glow of awakening
I chop vanities
to throw in the funeral pyre
chasing tail
purity of touch
me not
for I have not shed
the idols of simulacrum
lycra of inactive wear
and tear, tear under my tongue
it goes & she goes
to feel the lump in my throat
unease, discomfort
simply listen with no
explanation to glisten
no priest to Christen
the simplicity of sensing
not making sense
from the embodied richness
whence this Luciferic
mischief seeks recompense.
