We try to pull ourselves up by the bootlaces

 once given up clutching at straws!

 

Once found out there is no one else

to do it for us.

Even letting go, like leaping off a cliff - if not flying -

 can be no more than

a short-cut denial

an excuse to abscond.

That doing stuff may be no more than a distraction or reaction

from not-doing.

 

An item, a particle just IS;

 a blob, a dot of physical presence.

Simultaneously, it travels, flows kinetically, unapprehended.

Subjected to who sees or does not,

what.

 

This is quantumly that,

here and there.

It’s not a matter of duality and alternatives, singular or multiple;

It is both - laugh the gods.

Opposites are a game of magnetic tag:

how momentum kicks off its motor,

and perpetuates itself

dangling Time, creating sequence

as zany attributes of consciousness

Heavens above!

Is it our mortal task to know-it-all?

Supplant or usurp holy mystery?

Or just to ponder in awe

and allow.

Our job, the breathing, being bit

walking reverently, finding the Light, loving Love.

Surrendering to an innate process quite capable of doing it’s own metamorphic thing 

without the meddling or at the behest of half baked hu-mind.

 

Allowing divine wisdom to unfold

and reveal itself

and for our bodyminds to transmute.

Mar