OFFERING

.

I

Magnificent Womb

Cast in deep

In the depth

Of my womb

First seen

By me

First accepted

By me

As my Self

A colour

Of my Self

Milk-filled bowl

Sweet white milk

Through ages dropped

From high up

Through my head

And heart

Drop after drop

Clear and transparent

Drops

Into milk transformed

There

 Truth is living

Or an aspect of it

Who knows?

Do I know?

I feel and see

I want to see

 That sacred

Vessel

Of milk filled

Once and again

Carved and caved

Inside my womb

Lightning up

My heart

Feeding

My very deep

Longing

For such a precious food

Years and years

Of starvation

Have they ended?

I don’t know

The food is there

Celestial food?

I don’t know

I feel the bowl

I taste the milk

I see the drops

                                                                             2011

Comment: This poem came out of silence while going through a period of observation and focusing on what I was feeling. Not only were there images, there was also quietness and a deep sense of presence of Something Real.  Love to you all.

Este poema surgió del silencio mientras estaba atravesando un período de observación y focalización sobre lo que sentía. No sólo había imágenes, también había quietud y un profundo sentido de presencia de Algo Real. 

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