Words...S Brian Adam

me it asks me and says in one breath of me I am made of an example the answering stone says to me such as it is you see in me I walk through space it behooves to do it quietly meaning in creation quietly and no intrusion anywhere a command and understand through relentless offering it is the way of the land it ran glorious cacophony a silence concerning souls considering winding-round in space leafy-grace in a place each one I have a face incarnate place my face instant  with the religious-understanding though I move as all the physicality’s of all the animals a night dreams passing into morning awake dreaming state of a continuing equilibrium my night-body motioning the dream it is then to stretch the same limb the way the monkey and the lion do staging of inactivity of a kind to enter in this other though same realm how much dumbness how much clearer vision of state in equalizing forces for existence the needed use this that religious experience in its awe conceding into this that mystery of senses floating in a knowledge without words of a singularity but multiples in religious space the never understood yet known in higher grace alerted self-conspicuousness of self-congratulated knowing so be it is so brilliant star across a mind a light of time indicator  the word of death it is here what is here I know I am here where is consigned the privilege of this to be taken care of the word  of death is the experience of no travesty no amalgam of pain through disobedience to the breath extinguishing all obliteration of now the completer faith in trust I am so instilled insisted that my eyes never sleeping but dreaming the languages of death living fervency of the grass is green no notation of antipathy to interlocking puzzles pieces in jointed efforting a smile of a practice  of continuation spreading instant into instant the instance of interconnecting not knowing a place but a place not knowing where you are I am this drift of substance alert im-protected but only for the need of necessity no forensic possibility to hinder me in flights of all remembrance nurturing with being its structure in completing energies motion in intrigue magnetisms motivation increasing as then what what then how do how do in the monasteries earthly world fascinations in love one evening I breathed this creation-feminine smile close language privilege yes but in the father the yearning for motivation a humbleness in acknowledged aspect told of more in camaraderie  coming to see her as motivated to being struggling in worthiness to the softness approaching guidance in acceptability pointing the way in deliberating sky recently rising myself turned to air breathing passing around my head late in this night when I speak to me where are you