THRESH-HOLDS

I stand, a tiny speck of awareness

empty-handed at your doorstep.

My heart becomes so brim,

winged it soars:

I float, buoyant,

my bones seep, suspended:

every sinew, molecule, fluidly

adrift, resonant,

imbuing pure chi-awareness,

all add-ons, preconceptions and myopic concepts

released, let go of.

All the stuff, patterns, habits

and ideas of purpose, identity  or autonomy

dematerialize like puffs of wind, 

wisps of edgeless cloud

disembodied.

Senses reconfigure,

primordial blueprints assert!

Newborn ancients we become

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