IF I am in exile_,then how else would Coltrane stand alone^?

I just watched Deepak Chopra's utube vid, MY yoke is Easy, MY burden is Light. So, I ask how is it that we access these ideas about self-realization without having to set a standard? He will be using certain language, sometimes seemingly entertaining notions that may in fact be second nature, because the language is all too familiar. But, letting go of the sense that what he says is anything Other than immediacy, must be the intent as the event of such dialogue compels us to self-scrutiny. If anything, we are laughable appearances, and since we can only manifest what Is, the surface demonstration of mundane dialogue, even if we don't seek, but remain alert, becomes a conscious prop. That someone as adept as he can turn shadow to light, just through inertia & creative sincerity, makes me look at what would otherwise be the bubble of experience around him as my jumping off point... That ground is become the floor of consciousness, and once we see that no standard need avail expectation, the imaginative narrative takes over. When he speaks, my grandfather speaks...when he looks for the right word, I imagine what Gandhi & Elie Wiesel had in common, a thing called talk-embarrassment, which is when we know the observer feels over-wrought...and the awakened sense, if we were to ask, may be otherwise of "fullness," rather than his/her fragmentation... "Torpidity" (to create a spin on fragmentation) is rather an opportunity, opting for compartmentalization of non-linear details, rather than objecting to potent confusion... Looking inward leaves us with half-thoughts, mere expectation...this is a fragmentation of what is also observed in the Outward fact, that nothing much portends continuity. For a moment we feel the dialogue with the likes of Chopra is something we can reciprocate...that we equal the Outward fact tells that continuity is fleeting: I'd suggest equality is Not a state of mind. Rather, making value statements is the first mistake on our way to the Compassionate Void (EIN-sof). Look at that, perhaps, and say, what we are in relationship with in any one moment IS good enough. ***Natalie Goldberg's The LONG LONESOME HIGHWAY is fantastic & motivating. I wrote my thoughts about her creating that moment for me. Something to the affect, that her lavender mood takes over like the bee-catching bird, creating a new animate architecture in the sky-line over-taking... Just as a blue mood all androgyne portends that I could be reached, even from that which I remit no control, nor desire to control, this ascetic woman in auspicious dialogue with those requiring so little material resource... In resourceless moments, one is more exposed--and that would be when thoughts are elevated in the great heights we climb, to gain objectivity. After all, it is meditation she speaks to, & so eloquently about--and conscious space thru our sensory solvency, has that distance between point A =me in free fall, & point B =her, in the guise of the Known where I want to be received. So, androgyne may be strange way to depict this sense. But the inter-play of two mutually arising & contrasting experiences, in Kabbalah, is of an erotic nature... The word used is ZIVUG, an intercourse of attributes, energies. Knowledge, da'ath, is the result of being the convergence of the inter-play of the sefiroth/energies. Being able to look at convenient language used by those we feel who herald the sense we imbibe from our religious values, is what is called a standard. To withdraw from what we strive to have answer for us--authority & their power of ideas, is how we observe its power to make identity dissolute. G-d withdrew from his self in order to make room for creation. Withdrawing would be a negative state, looking at it!! The ideal to find ourselves in relationship with Higher GRound, is thru apophasis. Thru silence a dialogue ensues. Two seemingly opposing ways to find one's self in self-realization. Unrealized Self or consciousness is identity, but not as an objective truth where identity can be maintained. When the spirit which makes us imbue our condition with tangible language, proves we cannot any longer sequester time, we see then the obverse of self-expression as symbolic all the same. Language or its teleological proof "voice," exists only because it is one aspect of soul--that being part of the body & mind. But, as it may occur to us the theophany exists as an entity apart, Higher Ground by any other name is off this planet...: our voices are led astray, I mean. And while in these moments as linear flow of consciousness these strewn words demands the receiving ground, our interlocuttor, on this limb where we now get pinned, is penned "change" that has nothing to compel us other than the feeling of freely falling like a turbillion of victuals in its preparation (stirring the proverbial pot), yet unserved. That what we typically consume is having managed gluttony & self-servitude, ...so when words stand alone in corridors of thought, we can be restrained by knowing merely expectation & potency. This iS better, lest you be believed & your easy-speak changed someone's mind. LIKE a Nun in her habit, whatever she can say about G-d, is acquiesced to liturgy where no god can be found. Appearances are penetrated only when one is objective over the formula, that somehow we cease spending our dialect with-what-is *on its spectacle.* ***
. We want a sense of our potential--a way to self-adulate: mind, body, and rather than spirit as we have seen, expression instead--which in terms of sublimating our experience, is the most profound. It is particularly interesting to me thinking about my ole, now passed, Grandfather. The images he'd draw up to yield toward the outward fact, somehow where less imagined, thusly I began to think there was a there there. If our spirit is the chi or essence of the godhead's representative on earth, that of the primordial man, then at a certain point that sense, or example of some extremity form of Him, is measurable i.e. the image is no longer hidden beneath the veil of materiality, but becomes the most realistic of what is gathered, perhaps in a dialogue. So Zadie as its maintainer, a maintainer of the Absolute. Just his name Abraham, the thing submitted to in light of a name's import--a duty to one's humility because the herald of his name brings on a certain responsibility. This was a way of filling in the spaces where identity wouldn't otherwise cross water... In Judeo-Arabic to "submit" to the title by which we should be known is called koniyah. The root of this word is "yes, or to yield."
Remember that song by Coltrane called Soul Eyes. Something begins to do the thinking/ perceiving for you in its current. It seemed to be lyrical, & there was no word-accompaniment. Coltraning in like a long yawn of vox-cognita streaming toward the head of divulged self-actualization, the prince at the end of trodding that corridor of self-hood, remains lost in a labyrinth which he will never leave--expression and its laconic ordeal. He thinks he witnesses his loss--that he'd be able to bridge his feeling with the then numinous, if only because some thing has made it through, and keeps his dilemma tangible. Yet a truth hard fought for, is sometimes excused if only to immerse into the theater of the mind.