photo: Padmakara
Mother
My heart wont cease it’s spinning
Like a web it weaves
Of your golden honey
And I want to taste every drop
Mother
My skin has become your drum
That the grandmothers spread upon the desert floor
And spread the medicine to tan my hide
Bom, bom, bom!
Mother
Does the wind carry my breath
Or simply merge with yours
As if it were ever mine?
A marriage of eternity
Mother
My blood carries you forth
But where is the world who will receive
The transmission of the clan?
Mother
I am this
And I am not this
Why does it matter?
This girl will not be here again
What is the echo of a life?
Mother
Why hide your self in these bodies
Where no one thinks to look?
I have pointed to you
And they are too busy
To become still with their own horror
Mother
I am drunk
And am feeling non-chalant
My stillness has opened the lunatics laugh
And every gesture is your praise
Mother
I fear that if I merge with you
I will lose the sweetness of loving you.
Always you point to the self-serving
Even here
Mother
It all fails
Falls short
Only the subtle whispers of the twilight
Are the scriptures I hear

Oh Nita....
Posted by: Yvonne Moore | October 24, 2011 at 02:09 PM
unspeakably...
Posted by: Vajra Ma | December 04, 2011 at 04:13 PM