SamadhiMuse

Beyond the Ego and the sense of self, lies what?

The inarticulate cannot say; though they live there
in the utter immediacy.

And what is can only exist in this moment
though all of it seems, inevitably, spanned
across the movements of time and space.

The stimulus that triggers a memory,
unfolds across the minor moments
and distance from one synapse onto the next.

The cognition that forms a concept,
that welds its parts into something,
now alluded to by an alluder,
arises as a wave.

The illusionary sense of continuity
that is really just
a seamless unfolding
of the ever now.

This nameless moving parade of parts
that form intents as the consequences
of what is unfolded and unfolding.

It never stops, is never whole,
is always in summation,
and is only the moving flow.

Parts that remember,
parts that imagine,
parts that project,
and parts that conclude,
like every molecule of water
in a surging sea.

gallagher
21 Oct 2019

• inspired by Robert Saltzman’s “The Ten Thousand Things”