I am Sati Reborn I have no Money Time Or fame Yet with Singleminded- ness That scares me I am Making Myself Yours We have Enough love To heal The cosmos This is all I have To work with And the Air I breathe… Stop! Turns out This is quite A lot
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Eight jointed
Limbs Move so delicate Precisely Mataji matter-of-factly As hunter Weaving her moment Holding me in icy Rapture The mother Devouring her own In a humorous gulp Sharing the love-play At this beautiful killer Tickling me With her self-contained Power What did we create And why? Darkly female This is me In this and her Petrified By my poison And fangs Scapegoating The terror To an innocent spider Mataji Crackling with the mystery Of love and fear Tingling my limbs With crawling memories Feeling the pin-sharp Encounter You made her Accept it She is you In lightness Dissolve fear Into oneness And watch her Creator Beholder, beheld In love My first post!
This poem was inspired by many different things - pictures of yogis wearing little but a loin cloth with no thought for poor women of a sensitive constitution, the jokes shared with the inner beloved, my own experiences meditating. Give me a camera, and I'll be there.... |
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