Invisible Me Poem by Troy Cochran

I'm intrigued about the possibilities of practicing "the existential art" ~ that is, getting past the level of words and images, mine or anyone else's, and allowing some influx of direct knowing from our common Source to flow more freely to and through me.Looking to simple states of being as opposed to hectic states of activity, feeling like a hampster in a wheel.The irony is that it leads me, in the writing of this poem, to yet more words and images.Go figure.