dilation

dilation

the end of the inner and outer,

no separation
without a wall,

without enclosure,

all endings but openings of spaciousness,

dilation,
new airways open
endlessly

beyond the stars,
beyond the perimeter
of these words

beyond any edge you can imagine

dilation,
i am closer than close
to all that i am

no thing
at all,
no infinitesimal crumb between
myself and I

oh how i ran away from this lack of boundaries
oh how frightened
i imagined
complete dilation to be

yet
God only gives

God only gives
increasing
expansion

dilation,
and there is no more contraction,
no more contractual agreements
to tighten up and limit dilation

no more  penny pinching,
when all that is and isn't,
is already completely
yours, mine and ours

dearest love,
my deepest apology
for any thought of smallness
i ever breathed life into

dilation
expands every material object to its rightful infinity,
given back to Source,

Dilation,
another name for God,
for reality

for This
experience

no "past" or "future",
only continuous dilation

opening

every imagined particle

giving greater and greater space
to itself,
the Unknowable,

dilating,

what are you?

I ask I

dilation is my experience

even as a contraction
appears to shut off the blood
in its vessel
and a throbbing headache
seems to build from the pressure
of the damning...

even here
as i so tenderly caress
this infant in my hands,
dilation gifts the deepest intimacy:
i with I

at last,
Home,
not to a little house of childhood,
but of Dilation,
where only That
beyond the concept of Infinity
can ever hold me

ever

expanding...