peeling the paint and there you ain't

If my inquiry races outside of my assumed self, all that I see is really not being seen! I can only connive and conceive but alas never perceive! This is the crux of the situation, I believe absolutely that I am of the Absolute, but the Absolute is I AM- not me. This believing is mucking up the possibility of receiving! These outward inquiries are the foul winds of an inquisition officer drunk on the deeds of relishing out justice. Somebody has to pay for these sins! Somebody must pay for these terrible crimes! Oh, heart wherefore art thee?