Are you allergic to pain?
Do you prize life over death?
Do you try to control or ignore or repress
The darkness of others?
Oh my
What a disappointment
I thought we existed.
In tunnels and molehills,
Mountaintops, deserts,
And the sacred streams that keep earth blood flowing.
I thought, when the tide got high
we would swell with the current
and cling to each other
Spitting prayers into the Sea
I thought we could sit
in the humbling presence
of Gods frown,
a voice thunderous as the source of Time
I thought, what if we laid together
On woven fronds of palm
Fabric Strong
Brittle and Worn
Sure to be replaced
over and over
As a cloak for Kali's shoulders
our smallest forms clutched within her breast
Breathe, my child.
We are here, together
Toasting the blessings of
All of It
To Know Nature
Simply Be Here,
Hear Her, allowed and clear
passing through, Attended
and be shaped by
the wild Curve
Of chaos
in perfect order