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Eternal Expansion


Redwood City, United States

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Right Where I Am… The Art of Understanding

Growing Down The River

Love is born every minute

I was just sitting there
On a cement curb



~full of myself

Can I be both?

A child only thinks of what it
Wants, needs, shall have
According to how loud she may scream
or perhaps how loving the smile.

I raised my voice,
full of assurance thinking
it was I who was paving the road

(I carried a large bucket
With plastic blue stars all around the rim)

Deliverance I felt could be had…

If one would only turn right by the
yellow fire sign.

he took my hand
pulled me close to the rivers edge
sat me down on soft pebbles
wet with mists from eons ago

he took off my shoes and rubbed
my feet with warm thoughts
laced with cayenne equations

I could not resist

I allowed wholeness to begin

My knowing became unknown

And felt like a child
I smiled
hollowed I,
deep into his glowing self.

He loved me I was sure.
and so
I layed back like a lovers eclipse
and let the sun burn stories round
my ears, waxing origins where mystics
ruled the earth
and before that:

“There was a land far far away full
Of stars that carried us here” …

After I listened for a while I started to cry
he was gone and I was alone
I got up and felt like Wilber in Charlotte’s Web, begging to be spared from the slaughter.
my tears then
began floating down the river
up ahead to all that I desired.
I jumped in after them..
I floated down on my back
and caught up with my salty sweethearts

They felt buoyant and necessary, like a neon vest of safety
I was on top of a supernatural flotation device
which prompted me to sing
Old Slave Songs..

The riverbank makes a very good road.
The dead trees show you the way,
Left foot, peg foot, traveling on
Follow the drinking gourd

I saw the glory of my life and the ease by which
My happiness came

It seemed my life was expanding
to a place called

‘Humble beginnings’

I did not have to paddle nor look to where I was going
Magic seeds that had been planted in my belly began to Sprout.

He was born inside me as I touched the sanctuary of loves shoreline home.

I heard a whisper
“none of this will ever end”.

I heard his cry
vast and thick fleshy newness exploded
like a rag time dance of Shiva’s destruction

Feeling his ceaseless becoming,
I felt love equate all of me with the part of me
that was yet to Be.

I felt eternal.

Linaji 2009

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