Monday, October 22, 2012

grace



Once again she arrives
moving ever so 
lightly, like a bird
she precariously rests on my shoulder.

And so too, once again, the angel
stirs the waters of the well
and hidden worlds
are revealed
drapes of colour and light,
magical trees alive with
happiness
dreams of hope and grace fluttering
their wings

the river of love, the sainted
amrita,
singing tree sap in my veins,

such is grace.






Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Phantom of the Heart


Rebirth by Hettienne BhaktyMa


Forty days and forty nights,
she roams the desert plains.
Cloaked in tatters,
wearing her garment of grief,
lost in the wilderness of her mind.

Calling out, listening for a reply,
an echo to the walls of her heart.
Following the drumbeat
set by her feet.
Enslaved by its rhythm
always onward, forward.

Until she can no more!

She surrenders, gives in to exhaustion
willpower failing her
salt tears pooling mud
her love roots into the clay

Her bleeding heart blooms red
showers of petals set alight,
thorns sprouting a trailing vine,
paradise is found.