Prayer

Parama after swimming

 

Get on your knees

and drink from my hands

 

God’s promise

 

I’ll give you everything you need

and more

Rock me

sundance

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

Parama w creek rocks

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

Parama in 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

ram's horn copy
Ram’s horn

gifted to me

by the ocean

I sound my trumpet call

 

As a tropical storm

delivers thunder

the voice of God declares

I am sovereign

 

Victorious

over death

dignified

in God’s love

 

Virile

with procreative vigor

and aggressive savagery

in my coitus with the earth

She

Parama in triangle pose at Chincultik

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

 

Love’s chalice

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