Powerful Suchness

Powerful Suchness

Fingers,
Type something beautiful,
Not what words can't do,
But what they can,

Like taking the mind on a journey to the hip minds of fancy folk in ireland, To their cool assured tongues-Joyce's "The Dead",
Words...carry me through rivulets of letter that talk about "The Dead" as high-flying rippers of electric charged soul music,
Funky cats,
Represented as skeletons,
Beings come and gone as every song,
But remaining in the bones of life,
And "gone" is a new word in this poem,
Where Beats pen it as hip and travel their universe with every emotion that grips, like that of which is coolness and excitement-Kerouac poem about the bones of life, hip-hip-hooray,
Emotions are the bones to riveting tales, In fact penned so well to later be motion pictures!
And movies are like books pulled out from reader's daydreaming heads,
And day dreams are stapled reality, and night dreams are floating upon endless scenes in space and beyond,
And word beyond...you are perfect for what is unknown,
And unknown you may have once been known but at a time unhooked from minds that can only hold so much like ocean of water...
Like a fish caught and freed,
It may be,
Stunning visually,
Is that movie about fisherman and rivers and gambling and debt and stakes and love and lost,
A story to relate to everyone's same human story,
But words...may take me to the place that is not simply human but also has a tinge of something else that is in between words, after words, like dew permeating morning flowers,
Dandy flowers with golden manes, Fierce in suchness-Ginsberg Sunflower sutra,
Pretty picture of flower in glistening sun and moonlight,
Reflection gorgeous like snowcapped mountains drawing period points in the sky's page as if to say "And me too, I am here!"
With suchness,
A suchness that stops a dull perfectly sleeping mind and says honey be...be awake for me,
And love is tenderly,
Gently,
For what's a gem of a jam without its build up,
Blocks building buildings for fancying heights,
And on we build to breach the unknown,
In technology, philosphy, poetry, song, art, intoxication,
It is there breath is taken,
And oxygen is charmingly replaced with some love potion,
A potion created by an untouchable prophet (If seen as a Being as you and I, but truly some sort of wizard),
Someone animated in 50's Disney fashion,
Pastel perfection,
Quite simply the hero of all our days,
Our happily ever after,
Where every sight transforms into the most beautiful thing you've seen, Like some passing projector projecting shared personality which is warm and friendly,
Height ceases to be height but instead there is just change in ecstatic unknown to hooked known,
Body is no longer body as flesh but body like paragraphs of essay with contents of master writers of pre-history,
Mind just minds whatever springs up from rooted infinite,
Powerful suchness.

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Hi I happened upon this so glad I did
How are you
Great write !