opening is the new opening

I'm holding in my head
               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

lorstE

I go to put words down
but in fact there's nothing to say
because she's already said it all

spotted in Christiania

Only freedom is holy --
nothing kills like religion.

The garden of Eden is filled
with green smoke
and brown grass
and a million different languages
each body undergoing an exorcism,
their hearts beating the ahrdest
of any living beings -- so hard
they fall through the ground
backwards
forever
until they reach the other hemisphere:
reborn
into a parallel future
that's insisting on repetition
birth-death-rebirth
for all eternity...

I stepped into Utopia
and sat there awhile
I didn't even breathre
-- no inhale,
just sight.

caspar

it's like your head
swallowed his face
after he sank down through the earth -
and came out the other side :
the underworld of the other hemisphere --
a fearsome fairytale
of the same old shit /
repeated self-helplessness
that cannot be counselled

that doesn't accept breath, or
silence
or self,
and wants only
the things that
kill him surely ...

...
the softness of tears
with the immoveable hardness of ego

suffering in suffering

copenhagen

There was a time when it all poured out of me,
            because there was nowhere else for it to go --

now,
   things are open
       and so my mouth
 speaks the words
my fingertips used to

my dreams go on
             and on
                 and on
                      and on ...

we'd both dreamed of each other
      and I saw you in him
we started talking like us
-- and there was the gentle touching of hearts,
that impossibly palpable organ
    churning through a body
          making sure we feel alive
so close and
    yet so far.








italicised words are lyrics from DUAL

skyttevu

Everything keeps giving
echoes of itself :
I've seen - heard - met - felt - tasted
this instant before --
and not even in the accepted plane
of time -- it's happened elsewhere ;
it's engrained in the memory
of my body's intricate cells

so that when a moment presents itself
I get lost in the infinite order,
the ten-dimensional web
begins to weave its way
through my consciousness ...

I travel along the strains of light
until I reach a thousand intersections of possibilites
and then I play them all out simultaneously
and watch my multiple lives
unravel around me.