O sweet Mother
long are the days of the mind
that are spent away from You
though sometimes one is close
yet like a circling moth
close to the light source
unable to truly see the light
so when I stand next to You
and You aren’t on my mind
it saddens me
like a child distant from her Mother
Strange are human ways
in ways that can’t be fathomed
perhaps it’s why Buddha left His palace
Blue Krishna walked amongst cowherds
to commune with the inner God
that’s so lost in conversation
just as fragrance lingers in hallways
filtering through the mesh
like an adamant wind chime
the happenings of the days
dance through the mind
with their bloodied feet
O my beautiful Mother
what use are these faculties
if they see and unsee You
what use is this love
that abates at the sight of others
why even the darkness in the sky today
dims in front of my heart
when there’s no lack
then what is there to hold
and yet a poor shadow of my self
I dance on patchy walls
In my most pensive moments
I ask for You to kill
with your mighty trident my ego
be the wrathful Kali
slay all that’s evil
where’s the unity of which
glimpses I see
I know You hide
in my fellow beings
please grant me the eyes
to see
a devotee blinded by littleness
is no devotee at all
In silence there’s a joy
a rare beauty
that escapes the finest conversation
oh how I long to be one
with You
drop all pretences
love freely
not a care in the world
not a cent’s worth
simply be
a peerless heart
in the ocean of your love…Mother
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