Language of the Twilight

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

 

Comments

[Yvonne Moore]

Oh Nita....

[Vajra Ma]

unspeakably...