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The Unspeakable World

Silent Beingness

If you talk all the time then you will never hear
What anybody else has to say. And the same
Goes for thinking. If you think too much of the time
You will not know what life’s about, and that’s a crime.
Does this mean that such people should be put to shame?
I resemble such folks just to be somewhat clear.

Subvocal conversations, the constant chit chat,
Symbols, images, talk, and words rob consciousness
Of its essence. The real world is unspeakable.
We tend to give everything some kind of label,
But in doing so we interrupt the process
Of perceiving things fully. Can we deal with that?

Several colors we can see, yet we are blind,
And with all the notes in the scale, we cannot hear.
Leaves are not green and flat. These are tags we assign
To something that is nameless. We are by design
Objectivity leaning and fettered with fear
Of a world without order of the human kind.

If we stop fixing conceptions and learn to see
Everything as it truly is – magnificent,
The infinity of sound and color will be
Our experience. It will come naturally
With some practice. It’s definitely time well spent.
The world that is unspeakable is clutter free.

The Unspeakable World

Sensory Imagination

Those who speak all the damned time and cannot shut up
Can know only their own conversations because
They can’t hear anything anyone has to say.
And the same goes for thinking too much. We betray
The Unspeakable World when we’re caught in the jaws
Of the beast of chit-chatter who holds a dark cup.

Stop and listen to people once in a kind while.
What they have to say complements conversation
As in back and forth dialog. As for thinking,
The subvocal orator, when silenced, will bring
A deeper awareness of life and how it’s run.
Constant symbols and imagery is not its style.

The moment you stop thinking, you’ll be in contact
With a world without texture and all that makes sense
To the bodily senses. No sight, sound, or smell
Or the names we have given to all things can dwell
In the presence of beingness. Insight immense
Can be had for the asking. This is a known fact.

With a handful of colors we’re blind as the bat.
With a brief scale of notes, deaf we might as well be
Yet the world of no thoughtform remains infinite
Both in color and sound, and it feels only right
To indulge The Unspeakable World frequently.
Stopping fixing conceptions, I shall not fall flat.