poetry from another dimension

jagatambe

resting in space

this singular

reality

this snake

gliding forward

slipping the confines of old skin

and old lives

shedding masks

disguises abandoned

you were…..

i was…..

and now…..

 

nothing

 

resting in space

room to breathe

beyond one way of being

it’s all new

ever unfolding

breath

pause

breath

 

the hug of the cosmos

that great spinning milky

way

arms swirling

around naked freshly exposed skin

the whisper

“i love you”

radiates through the ethers

I pretend

not to hear

 

echos of truth

love pulsating

endlessly though the veins of all beings

 

is this living

or dreaming

this quickening pulse

 

it must

it must

be living

it is moving

it must be conscious

the intentionality is clear

if not the intention

itself

 

can i work with this?

 

I must

I must

i am living

i am moving

i am conscious

my intention becomes clearer

as

I

rest in space

 

this infinite reality

requires a greater vocabulary than

i have at my command

expanding in all directions

 

my friends, she is no more and

no less than the cosmos

itself

 

 

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