~In the Absence that Is Uncertain

In this mystical haze of groundlessness
forgetting oneself serves evil in a relish.
For that realm, physically transcendent
falling asleep at the wheel will still kill
when life is creative instead of existent
any snooze makes presence a descent.

The disiplined transformation of energy.
Divine grace and spiritual development.
Integral philosophy and synchronicities.
Timeless truth or wisdom of the master...
Picks that lay paths never approaching
followed by flocks following the error.

Only when the light of presence dims
do words take on powers over reality.
A thought connects us with memories
that are just as empty yet void of this.
Only words that question can ascend
to question truth for our commitment.

Krishnamurti knew and lived this well
Philosophical treatises rail dichotomy
A good heart grants us our wellspring
connects us to this existence and time
nothing more by itself, shall manifest.
Certainly no heaven, except imagined.

Yes, I have a fist full of earth to throw
at the incredible lack of higher vibe
necessary to believe any fiction real.
Ask yourself about the essence above
and surely no answer, is real silence -
not a pause of between - but eternal.