a sentence that makes sense is not a sensible sentence.
using words to communicate truth is like digging a hole to see the sky.
my irresistable urge to describe is meeting an immovable void that's indescribable.
taking a breather until there's another breath...
when awareness inside becomes aware of awareness outside,
that field creating inside and outside is seen to not be
and to have never been.
consciousness is awareness made manifestly unaware
becoming aware it's awareness by the pull of awareness
until awareness is again aware.
and it's seen awareness was never unaware
but that which was unaware was never.
and so that even after such deep sleep there still remains:
no words for awareness.
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