Tolerance

What the human mind can tolerate, Accept

Is a function of release:

Routines, substantive mechanisms of familiarity

Words difficult to pronounce

Concepts one believed one understood

And in the moment of intersection

Grasp on exactly what reality is

Or is mandated to be

Fizzles into a blur of taste buds fumbling

To recognize the present moment

The pillars of family, friends, employed position

Conception of god shake in the awesome notion

Of not going to be any longer

Beloved anchor to attach the mind to the fabric of reality

Dissolves so as to befuddle the notion of quarks and atoms

Creating space for the basis of perception

To bear a parting to mark room

That this person no longer represents love

Conveys love, offers love, yet still is love

This person who was like the affixed vertical reciprocating ladder line

Across rung to DNA vibrating into existence is now detached

The basis of being is in the release

How one understands climbing or standing or breathing

Or any of the building block rituals of identity

To leverage words like wife, daughter, brother, husband

Letting go to be in that space

The opening compassionate reliance obliterated provides

One can live without anything

The will to survive is not measured in coffee spoons of grain to lip

But in the exhalation

The ability to eat the beautiful seed, have the field grow fallow

The field grow to poison, rancid and a paste of ignominy smeared cross lips

To stare into a sun of circling ravens and smile

For one is being in the heated cool

One is the morning’s dew rising and evaporating into everything