Week Seven Poem: Communion

I am lured away from your Lotus feet

By a great disturbance.

Turbulent thoughts descend

Like a flock of birds startled by a barking dog 

Flying into a window pane, shattering it.

Brightly feathered flocks of thoughts whiz by

I reach to catch some in my net

And forget our date for holy communion.

Shards of glass cut my skin

Crimson blood runs wetly

My net is full of noisy birds

Peace has flown.

I need to call the glazier.

What say you, God?

When your daughter bleeds

Upon your feet in sorrow? 

When she’s forgotten who she is and

What she really knows?

What say you, God?

I’m not the body, I’m not the mind

Immortal Self I am!

I’ve sung it over and over again

And sometimes believe it.

Yet, these cacophonous birds

Fly wildly, demanding my attention.

It’s easy to identify with them

Take on their beaks and feathers,

And rise into the sky to soar

Amongst their winged brethren.

What say you, God?

If your daughter flies into the night

On whispering wings like an owl

forgetting who she is?

Is she not still part of your great plan

Cosmic design and purpose?

Or would you give her  a good talking to?

What say you, God?

I am not these thoughts that flit and fly

I know this to be true.

Exhausted, I lay down my net. 

Sit under the peach tree and

Lift my face to the golden rays of dawn.

The sun dries my tears into salt-tracks on my cheeks

Breath deeply, daughter of god. Inhale Life.

Exhale the Sacred Mantra

Aaaaauuuummmmmmm

Hums over my tongue and lips 

And reverberates in my soul.

Aaaaauuuummmmmmm

Aaaaauuuummmmmmm

Aaaaauuuummmmmmm

Bird-like thoughts sail quietly by

Like geese into the purple horizon.

Aaaaauuuummmmmmm

They are distant and beautiful, mine no more.

Flying away seeking other takers.

What say you, God

When you daughter sits

And sings a holy mantra? 

Once again at your Lotus feet

And has kept our date for communion?

Will you fill her cup and bind her wounds?

Remove the arrows shot by her own mistakes?

It’s all for good, It’s all for God

It’s all for Her Glory,

Mine is the path of Faith

To be kind and pray

To love and cry

And maybe fly-

All in a state of Grace.