ľm grateful for the immanent

perceiver perceiving the perceived as is

ungarnished by story, meaning, purpose

innate & cognate

precedes cognitive & conative

pain is not suffering

when the steak makes me salivate

not the sizzle of hot media's bling bling

native beauty of the felt sense

fuzzy rich unyielding

pleasure when it clicks

inside deep

mysterious

always new

ha! a-ha! hahaha

laughter the child of surprise

a sudden turn

the ground spins beneath my feet

I hold on

optimal grip on what is real

realtime processing

affordances of my unwelt

smell of freshly toasted

spelt bread

over which newly churned butter melts

before the neurogenesis of photons

inside the mind's eye

l chop wood

for our drumming circle's bonfire

after glow of awakening

I chop vanities

to throw in the funeral pyre

chasing tail

purity of touch

me not

for I have not shed

the idols of simulacrum

lycra of inactive wear

and tear, tear under my tongue

it goes & she goes

to feel the lump in my throat

unease, discomfort

simply listen with no

explanation to glisten

no priest to Christen

the simplicity of sensing

not making sense

from the embodied richness

whence this Luciferic

mischief seeks recompense.