when the myth of separation erases itself
from the mind’s story-trove
one free-falls into a view (there’s no choice about it)
that’s viewerless
the shock of seamless intimacy is usually hair-raising
devastating, humbling
no separation! outside & inside – same!
repeat: same!
– – –
all those stories one tells oneself about oneself
and the mythical others
all those resolutions made in the aching lostness:
practice! diligence! discretion!
all those stern exclusions: the egotist, the phoney
the ignorant, the ‘evil’…
all those fantasies about embracing
some Unknowable Immensity
aye
all those comforting conclusions; certitudes acquired
along a streaming lifeline
gone – synapses wiped
– – –
only this Nothing that excludes nothing
remains, on Its knees
utterly undone
fully full
and excruciatingly sweet
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echoes from emptiness 
phew :’-)
Winking back at you dear Myles…
Miriam, your expression ‘seamless intimacy’ is such an exquisite take on what you point to here; I must congratulate you on its origination, as with the remainder of this perfectly eloquent and deeply creative verse.
In your further expression ‘a view. . . that’s viewer-less’, I am reminded of a book by Thomas Nagel called ‘The View From Nowhere’, which I think also suggests the non-local nature of your sublimely ‘seamless intimacy’.
Hariod. ❤
Dear Hariod, you are so generous! To have your feedback is precious – I consider it high praise indeed, coming from such an impeccable wordsmith as yourself. Thank you.
I haven’t read Thomas Nagel’s book, but the title certainly aligns with ‘the viewerless view’; non-local, nowhere, yet ever “NowHere”.
– Miriam, with love and gratitude
H ❤
“utterly undone
fully full”
breathing fully
with belly
Wonderful, N! x
wonderfull poem, it pushed out the me, the idea of a person, only silence, nothingness, no one here, no more judgements,
I wish I could write like this.
Speechless ———being swept away———