a body the world won't call mine
but he's been here before
and I saw them all, when I was born /
and passed through the skin of both last night
to discover what I already knew:
that each body-being
resides in the other
I saw their faces merge
- and it was the same
just like the other,
the Muslim man smoking marijuana with my self in Christiania
(his heart just beat so fast
and when he touched me
my body flew backwards) -
I heard them speak with the same tongues,that same slow, gentle weight
of words
working their way
down
their limbs
from their mouths
and into their fingertips,
hands on the skin of my abdomen --
the space around me
buzzed with my thought field
I came into my own God Body
and I was traversing time itself;
hearing the full ear/thly sight of sound
I arrived in them both -
singular in being
we all know that we've met before
but / and / whilst
without having ever laid eyes on...
neither separate nor joined
everything sat in harmony.
there was no line to cross
except for penetrating myself --
and I remembered the total truth:
emerging out
means going in
we are all one entity.
that is all there is.
and so, everything is good
everything is full
everything is love
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