Svaha!

Bhur (body, earth)

I birth you from My womb of night.

My labor joy,

I bear My burden light.

You are borne by Me,

from My body’s depths,

no need to be born again!

Cocooned, you are

burst forth in transformation,

bare, no need for burka or burnoose,

harbored safe

as any creature burrowed in earth.

Face Me, the vaginal cave that bore you,

fearless, with thanks, respect.

I Am body, spirit embodied,

immanent, real.

You are buried in Me.

I Am your byre, your tomb.

Remember,

My ember

burns

eternal at your core.

Bhuvah (sky, mind)

We are five dakinis,

dancing

a wisdom mandala.

Your minds demonic fists of fear

clenching your souls,

you see us as devils.

We keep pulling the rug from under you,

subverting your control,

trying to flip you

from little mind to Big-Mind,

from a sense of poverty

to a sense of richness,

from ego-greed to openness.

When you surrender,

you know us as teachers,

moment by moment guiding you

to dance:

a wisdom mandala,

fearless, timeless,

for the realization of all beings.

Svaha (starry region, consciousness)

“Start with the starry region."

And end there too, to start anew,

or, better yet, start where you are,

with truth, embodied, real,

thanking the Cosmic earth that mothers you.

Gulping breath greedily,

pulling Ki, needlessly,

begging blessings from Lakshmi…. 

No.

Accept the Grace that here and now

(My crescent arms) embrace.

Let all that’s holy flow

from starry Center’s open door.

Enter that Source

where All is One, where All is More.

Extend Gratitude without end,

effortlessly. Svaha!

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          Poetry

Silence breathes My cosmic OM.

Letters curve and curl,

elusive, caressing sound.

Words contain space,

pure, ineffable, infinite,

tailored to fit this page.

Beauty, Joy, Love: emanate,

shared how far, how long?

I sing, listening,

hoping to hear

your song.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018