This is Bliss

I felt you
last night
hugging me
and giving me a kiss
you spiritual ghost!
you jumped to my husband
and then the girls
You said you could be
anywhere
all over the world
at the same time
and this
is bliss.

Questions 3:22 pm

Close my eyes
and focus on the shallow breathing
another deeper breath
and I begin to feel my anchor
it’s changed over the past
few weeks
and I’ve been wondering if that’s okay
that it is now my belly
although it was once my chest
would it matter if I laid
to rest all the qualms
and suffering of lives past?
Or is it my job to remember
to honor the dead
in my own waking life?
By clinging to the ancestors
do I leave room for my own children’s growth–
Does that mean that I want to forget?
Does that make me a bad person?
And in whose eyes
who exactly does the judging…
for then aren’t I
Aren’t you
just as bad
as the person
who threw the
very
first
stone?

Monsters

Divine Shakti Center

Poem From Above

The hot pink bracelet

clasps her tiny, ancient wrist

the gold links jangle with a soft

clink, clink, clink

as the Sanskrit mantra steadily beats

 

heat—

 

consumes

gradually pervades…

those who humbly enter

the sanctioned space…

with a welcome whiff

a welcome hug

a sweet welcome to you

from high above…

 

a divine delight

to the senses

fills her wanting nostrils…

 

and then her brown eyes slowly close—

she slowly drifts

The Mother knows

and her body

shrinks, shrinks, shrinks

Her eternal soul

e x  p   a    n     d      s

with a sly

wink, wink, wink

 

A sliver of joyous laughter

arises and falls and

echoes endlessly on…

 

She realizes the surrender is

contagious

even on the

brink, brink, brink

She knows the gift of desperation

is the link, link, link

And still

the red sun will set and

the black night will come

and she will sink, sink, sink

back into

peaceful

oblivion.