Intensities: after the puja
It seemed that I was enfolded through the sky
Becoming a net; gauze; silken
Bathed in feathers.
I felt a thousand eyes caress me
The rain fell through me
Each drop a shower of Your grace
I was wind-stars-darkness
You reached into me, Ma, and
stroked my heart.
And by the light of dawn
Each moment was eternity
Each sound fresh, clear
Everything glittered
Was still, timeless
Full with beginning.
I could only weep
When I struggled to speak of this
The pain of seperation.
One comment
Labelle
Posted September 20th 2011 at 5:10 pm | Permalink
This thanks-giving prayer is a beautiful accompaniment to my warm cup of chai.