Origin of Originality

Navigating frequency,

Returning… as deeper belonging,

Loves veil lifts,

In-to-me-see,

Movement,

Subtle,

Gross

Reveals Lack, 

Of Originality

 

No thing in particular,

Is where I rest.

In this intimacy, 

of love for thee.

No outward to measure, to know.

No inward depth

to dive, to see.

Transparent. 

Is all of me.

 

Form and formless,

This moving sea.

Currents pull, 

Tides change and shift,

Conformity and non-conformity

Awakens.

A way learned breaks.

Free of solidity.

 

Who moves the original?

No longer lost at sea?

I, Origin.

To die

In the depths of thee.

Having.

Is my own barrier

To the… Origin Of Originality.