Get on your knees
and drink from my hands
God’s promise
I’ll give you everything you need
and more
Books and Poetry by Parama
Full
We can only receive
approximations
of our fullness
Until we are ready
to be nourished
wholly and completely
Heart
I fashioned you
from rubies and gold
and set you free
upon the waves of an endless sea
where you could be worshipped
and treasured
by a mermaid
for eternity
Rock me
When I swim in the sea
the waves rock me
and I remember my grandmother
rocking me in her arms
with her special singsong hum
When divine mother Amma
embraced me
She rocked me in her arms
and pressed her cheek against mine
whispering
My daughter, my daughter
until I cried
Watching the sun rise
I remember you
I think of you
I thank you
My God
I cry
Rock me in your arms
for the rest of my life
Rebirth
When I offered myself to you
you embraced me like a child
and comforted me
Cleanse me
I cried
and you cleansed me
I died in your arms
and you buried me
You breathed life into my soul
You let me be reborn
renewed in the spirit
whole, pure, alive in you
Mirror
Everything is a mirror
a projection of my mind
the bursting of a seed
I planted long ago
with my own hands
(“God is not mocked: As you sow,
so shall you reap”)
Everything is a projection
of my mind
my world a mirror
this moment an offering
of God’s grace
of God’s promise:
how I think
how I act
how I speak
The power to create my world
the mirror of my mind
Ram of God
She
I’ve stared my own death
in the face
many times
abused
raped
nearly killed
Did I deserve it?
Men
afraid
of the goddess
can only
possess her
vilify her
violate her
Jesus
He could not have been a woman
because then we’d say
“She deserved to die”
The bible would list all the reasons
why She deserved to suffer
for our sins
Beyond
I haven’t come this far
to pretend
to lie
to be lied to
I’ve come this far
to go farther
to push deeper
to go beyond
my self-imposed limitations
Love’s chalice
We are scattered shards
of a chalice
broken by desire
for separateness
projections
of each other
searching
for unity
like children
being called
back home
to drink from our mother’s breast:
wholeness
harmony
love
