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The Fourth Dimension

I've taken leave of my senses
left my mind behind
and here
I am captured, imprisoned
willingly, joyfully, blissfully
in the whitest light....
there are no gods or devils,
no poets or poems
no lovers or haters
just the breath of me
inhaling and exhaling
my Life...

the Life of me still drowns
in the quagmire of the third dimension
when I'm pulled down
by emotions
like the wages of sin

of being human
caught between an animal
and angelic lust for time
and the sequence of thought
as it revolves in the formation
of desire..
but my body is no longer mine
and the thought-form that once was
defining me and dividing me
is history,
I am oscillating in the frequency of
Love.

You will find me and touch me anywhere
and everywhere,
here and there,
where our chakra-dance
is spinning with the moonlit room
face to face,
this Ecstasy is mine alone to share.



— Kailashana, Dec 07, 2008

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Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Anna,

In that state, you are in touch with everything that is a part of the whole. I have travel there and returned to realize that I am just a small part and I stress small part of the whole. The fact that you have come to this realization is an important fact of your oneness with all that exists. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to deep didn't I, or to far? But, what the hell, sometimes I don't understand myself in this search for myself. This is a wonderful write, with lots of meaning in your self realization! Good for you! thanks, Eddie
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

Ahhhh Eddie, in poetry we

Ahhhh Eddie, in poetry we can share our intimacy... 10000 leagues under the sea or into the star-illumined sky... Eddie, we do not forget that we are BOTH, and neither, the infinite vastness and the infinitesimally small. Amazing life, are we not? ;-) ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Anna,

In deed, we are amazing life. but can all see it as such? thanks, Eddie
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Sometimes… only

Sometimes... only sometimes... when we are creative.. and not destructive. So much of the world is hell-bent on destruction, sadly. ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
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W.C.Wampler

17 years 6 months ago

4th dimention poem

Kailashana, This is my favorite expession in writing of yours. I thank you for sharing your ecstasy in a way I can feel. Suddenly I want to post bunches of my stuff that relates. All things are one. All time is once. wcw
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Ecstasy begets ecstasy.

Ecstasy begets ecstasy. love love. hate hate.. that's how the world mirrors.. hugs, WCW... Much ecstatic life & poetry is in you... i know... ~a "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

17 years 6 months ago

Anna

Once again you capture the essence of life around you and share it through your words. The final stanza is my favourite. ~ Ronda
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Hi Ronda… sure am glad to

Hi Ronda... sure am glad to see you once in awhile... i miss you.. hope all is well and much love to you and yours... dear heart. ~A h ;-) "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
Rottiestyl

Rottiestyl

17 years 5 months ago

Life is in everything. It is

Life is in everything. It is the people who live that who know just how much the living haven't done so. You are certainly on the edge of " spirt-ness" (I tend to make up words.) if not soaking up in it. Perhaps one the better freeing pieces I have read. This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

this property is condemned

this property is condemned by the man within the yellow chalk line... he has no form he has no dimension someone has taken his life and there is no spirit that can say who carried life away by a shot in the dark... the scream muffled in a painting so long ago. ~A "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.