Limitless

I am limitless.

I am infinite potential.

I am one with the all encompassing creator.

I am one with all beings, one with all creation—one with the limitless expanse of space.

I AM

wondrous.

Beauty.

I am

experiencing myself in six billion pieces.

I am

the fractals, dancing in consciousness

I am the material world.

I am the body – the universe of the body.

I am every organ, every tissue, bone and blood.

I am nothing.  I am space.  I am the SILENCE

the Silence that pervades in all things.

There is no separation

between me and the infinite,

I draw all to me in limitless expanse.

I am

the stars, the galaxies, the implosions

the pulse and the rhythms of the dance:

 

Shiva

crossing my mind, crossing my heart

dear beloved, he comes

in the ashes of before:

dance, dance

across my heart, dear beloved,

come evermore, into the expanse…

 

I am the rose.  I am the lark,

I am the warrior, the sword, the spear…

I am all time, I am all places—all things,

I am one with the limitless expanse.

 

Invincible, indestructible, flowing with all creation—

all knowledge, all time, all beings

all expressions—

the moon, the sky, the rose, the lark

singing in the glory of my heart—

Hallelujah, infinite

spire.

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Touch

She followed the symbols drawn across his spine

tried to count them but they were infinite

“what do they mean?”

he could give no answer

his lips curved but there was

no answer

 

she traced the symbols drawn

across his spine with her subtle hands

moved to weave

herself into him

she pressed herself into him

 

joined with the rugged curves

of his body, he was there.

More than anywhere, she found him there.

Crowned

We strode among the mountaintops

laughed at its hearty depths

full of dangerous beauty, we dared

each other to the edge

 

A man of bold provocations

that only I could hear

“I am King of Earth and Sky,” he said,  “all this world is mine.”

 

He knew the mountain’s song

and weaved his legs between mine

he was a master of the dance,

sight and sound.

 

When his stomping feet

pierced the ground,

he threatened all with his daring

 

I slid myself beneath his toes

to stop the world from breaking.

Still So Much I Do Not Know

The days roll on

and I wonder at their meaning

 

why are we here?

what are we all doing?

 

in this vast disconnection,

this fragmentation from ourselves…

 

I wonder about the journey home.

I wonder if I am home.

 

Did I originate in the stars?

have I seen other universes

and I just don’t remember?

 

for some reason

incarnating in this

space and time?

 

Perhaps I do not know it.

Perhaps I am home.

 

I wonder if I have created God,

or if God created me…

 

I suppose it does not matter

because I am sitting in the womb of all.

I am alive.

very much alive,

Breathing.

 

I am the breath.

matter

and spirit

combined.

 

I hear

the dancing sounds

of the rain

pitter patter

 

I see the naked trees,

the frothy cover of wintertime.

Let a Woman Learn Quietly

Her lips were tied with

tradition

 

she couldn’t loosen the cords

 

before the mirror

she tried to undo

that delicate web

 

of dreams and fears

family and commandments—

 

the ghosts of memory

snapping, weaving—

mute.