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Linaji Nov 2011
water and clouds
effortless
sky

tiny subjects in my head
spectacle rush where leaves fall into the water
float then this false control


it is here I become
a bit more natural
love's opening soul

ignobility second guesses the blue sky
I am at my ropes end
calling for the rush of
somewhere


reach me where floating leads me

water and clouds
effortless
sky

I feel the somewhere
that say's I can
fly


Linaji 2011
Linaji Nov 2011
It's my love of metal structures...

it's the fly on my ceiling
mounting the world of light
paper think
dotted ink

don't look back
don't look back

what will you find?
sublime wind gods
whispering nocturnal tides?
no screeching
human heart beak ~ breaching

and...

there is no U turn

don't look back
don't look back

Linaji 2011
Linaji Nov 2011
11-11-11- past 11a.m.

I missed it.

I wanted for me what happened to my friend
in Australia
She was walking down the street and at
11-11-11- 11a.m.
almost everyone around her
took a bow to such powerful numbers
11-11-11-11a.m.

(Perhaps we shall be saved she said)

Today, my 11-11-11, I was shopping for my lovers feast;
Hummus and crispy organic veggies
Fresh beets and pure ****** olive oil
Local goat cheese to die for

My phone alarm rang letting me know it was 11:10
(I did not hear it) as I was talking to Max my grocer

About:

Just picked Arugula and sweet Irish butter
(To mound a top San Francisco sour dough)
He hinted to me not to miss out

On:

Butternut squash and meaty pomegranates
"A lucky omen" he said, "on a day like today."

“What do you mean A day like today?” I said
“Well it’s 11-11-11” he smiled
“Oh my goodness” I faintly cried (almost too loud),
“I missed it!” (I saw the time on the wall where I was shopping)
“Missed what?” he said
"Missed out on experiencing 11-11-11-11.a.m."

“Oh my dear you missed nothing”, he said as he reached toward me with
A huge ripe pomegranate.  I felt flush from wanting something
that now seemed so gone.

“No”, Max pointed out,  “you have more than feeling a set of numbers
In the movement of the day”,

“You were here planning a feast for a loved one
(yes I told him it was a lovers dinner)
What could be more in acknowledging the power of life

Than love?”


I said nothing as I beamed and took that pomegranate and

Ohhhh

I felt so good.



Linaji 2011

(an almost true story)
Linaji Nov 2011
I’ve shifted again
cloned to this moment
movement saturated with magnetic attraction
Birds clothed with daunting spiral screeches
dives
into
black berry pie

Grandma’s hands veined with my spirit
called me to the pitchers mound
I see a possibility and I aim,
my spine speaks the diatribe of loosing
but my heart is snickering like an older brother
laughing out loud, copying my every word

( I am confused and a bit angry)

this a proven tactic my world seems to set loose on my
Learning.

Right then?

I care for naught; my heart nor my head
So then I think

Who am I?

I am suspended above likeness
Above suspicion
Above the ‘norm’
I am loose and I fit into groves
like extended membrane of rats
inside the crush of cellophane noise
four years old at christmas unwrapping gifts
freely expecting life to deliver

but a father, a mother, a friend, a stranger
warps my view
black like blue

Clothed in sound
It is almost assured the sun will shine today
It is almost assured the grass will grow
It is almost assured I will become more

Scene 2: I am back on the pitchers mound
the screaming errupts
such unruly delight from the crowd of my memories
going back seems deafining

I throw the ball
I hear a crack
my within and without
assembles like crosswords on Sunday
sound becomes me
the life I know
knows me
(we’ve been friends thoughout time and beyond)

all at once I catch up to the knitting of dreams and beliefs
Into something ‘not known before’

Pearls made from sand
ENTIRE STRAND


I understand there is more than mind and heart
( blasphemy?)
I understand there is space between the moments
between breathing in and out

Oh sweet spot transition!

Crack….

Here I am

Right where I am

using the substance between the seeming separation
as starting point
of all I deem real

Linaji 2011
Linaji Nov 2011
maybe I will go out there
objectively;
allow for it all

bite the dust
inhale the wisdom of failure

maybe I will ration the raindrops

invite the Tsunami
exploding fate

finding in death,
a likeness I never knew

Linaji ~ 2011
Linaji Nov 2011
Sometimes a way shows itself
like a little blade of grass
shooting thru mounds of dirt
till there are 1000’s...

it's called Meadow

I call it you.

by Linaji
Linaji Nov 2011
Hues...
left for my imagination
unzipped invites
the tree of thee
branches blooming with unseemly knowledge

shadows never fade when you are the light

Oh my dearest;
I am grasping our needs as I would wild flowers
skimming the tops and the bottoms for flavors scent
plucking your succor of tender misgivings
holding you like I would my own heart
belly to belly we have known this only in heaven
and I am not far from the passion of royal purple
hues

Linaji
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