Going to the land of the Mother

29Sep06

Chiffons and cottons

All float away neatly

Into little packaged boxes

As the clarion call of the friend arrives

Hurry up please it’s time

We are flying away to the land

The sacred feminine awaits

The mortal feminine awaits

Waiting watching big birds zoom past

In small groups in big groups
people known people unknown

Melodies which are kings

Turn into empresses

On man made devices

Smile laugh share the joy

The sacred feminine awaits

The mortal feminine awaits

The birds fly with their chiffon packages

Clouds turn into saffron colored visuals

And heartbeats into the feel of the Dhak

Climb down the concrete stairs

Oh Ma, we have come to praise thee

To welcome thee

To love thee feel thee

Open our hearts open our minds

And smile with your splendid joy

As you, mortal, sacred
Feminine.

Embrace us.

Sounds of bangles

Of night skies

Oh Ma, we have arrived.

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