Erased Poem by David Pettus

Let us suppose
You are in emptiness in which you cannot sense or touch
Yet you oppose
You are no action or direction
Yet you strive for destination
In the mere illusion of which that you chose
You see
Yet only in the participation of one sense
As the perception tries to explain
Everything to everyone else
Yet there is beauty as the shadows would dance
There is darkness that stretches as time would have no chance

Now let us suppose
This thought was so invisible it was clear of space
You found the mirror
With no room to the reflection of place
No mind was the idea to draw in lost pace
As the paint would dry
The hand would be saved
Now the stature is slowly as stone would behave
Yet nature is timeless in the presence as ongoing expression of movement

Now let us suppose
We are silence waiting for the ticking of time
To only anticipate the escape of conscious relief
As to hold your breath
While attempting to breathe

Now let us suppose
The formless was creation in movement
It moves in mystery
To pursue the question of what it reflects
And on and on it goes
To forget you were not attempting to know?
Is to ask pointless questions to get into the awareness of now
As the formless cannot be that which it is
It is pure existence to take form where it challenges self

So the mind is erased to understand
By whom it was not known to
Just the distraction standing in the way of the formless as it was not planned

Now let us suppose
The mind was formless
Not thinking just living as life flows
It does not strive for action, direction or destination
It does not wait
So the timing is not in existence to oppose
There is no emptiness within the form of its space
Just as silence
Waiting for the time to tick away in its place
And on and on it goes
With a body to take its place
And they so cleverly wonder to already know the simplest of meanings
They wander through the perception of the interest in feelings

Yet in illusion to understand
We confuse ourselves to better understand
So many there is not lost as to try to find it
It is maybe the expression of life as a happening
A dance through the seasons of wisdom