0031 Beyond The Bounds

Oh it’s there, alright and very much all right although ‘there’ is not at all the word for where it is – or isn’t – all I can say is, it’s ‘beyond’ – beyond all the knowledge I’ve acquired, beyond the life I love to live, beyond the happiest of happiness.. I used to fear ‘beyond’, to fear the boundlessness – and yet, between (and somehow, the between and the beyond seem real good friends) – between the thoughts – the thoughts of what I want, or don’t, the things I want, the things I don’t, then in the stillness and the silence which I used to shout ‘boring! ’ at and run away and play – it calls, it yearns; the boundlessness speaks as familiar as myself oh it’s 'there' all right – how could I know, unless they were together linked in inner sight – the bounded and the boundlessness?