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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A Poem, For My Beloved

I loved him in the time of storms, the time of reckoning –

when the horn of Gabriel resounded over Heaven and Earth

Angels walked among men, and men among the Angels

it was the long awaited time of ancient prophecy

 

I loved him when it seemed the world would fall into disaster

when the earthquakes ravaged the land and the oceans rose,

when humankind did not know whether they would live or die forever

he was just like those storms –

furious, consuming, the energy of a thousand places

ruptured before my eyes when I beheld him

Man and God Goddess Creator

 

I saw him in my dreams and the astral planes

the visions of the all the lives I had forgotten,

I remembered him in the parallel realities

he was man and woman, unrivaled in beauty –

he became my Shiva when he danced.

He tore into the fabric of reality

destroyed and created with the swerve of his hips

he was Parvati, Durga, Kali come alive,

with the sweet gift of the beginning and the end.

 

I died, and took my first breath

in his sweet arms, surrendered to the tantra of his love

Kali’s dark and loving hands

He was her, and she was me,

I was him and he was me,

I remembered what I was, the glory of who I was

God Goddess Divine, Mother and Queen

 

My King is lovely, free as wind and water,

sharp witted and stubborn eyed

shy and reclusive, gentle and wise

formed in boundless, indefinable love

 

All it took was gazing into his eyes,

to remember that we are One.