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 ...
