Homage to Tara
In the stillness of Savasana
I pray to the One I love
deeply with all sweetness
in quiet, luscious surrender
at the end of the final stretch.
Dropping into the breath
of centuries
the light of Her stars
tumbling all around
my silent frame.
Hours seem to roll on by
as one by one
my fellow travellers
leave the yoga pod,
leave me resting there
upon the solid floor
to float
timeless with Her.
Circling into the softness
of my foetal self
I rest in Her infinite womb,
soothed by the heartbeat
of the Universe …
my Mother’s own eternal drum.
And only when ready to birth again
I rise like liquid moonlight
into the lotus flower
of my own creation;
Her delicate perfume
known to me
one more time.
Little hands,
mostly so busy
with day’s demands,
cleave together motionless
in silent reverie,
feeling the rhythmic beat
in my own breast.
Eyes, always so active,
watching worlds come and go
now closed peacefully
And
the Inner Eye
opening
awakening
aware.
I see
in the reflection
of the pool of bliss
the merging
of Tara and me
in one swift moment
of illumination.
A thousand arms
springing forth from Life ~
A thousand eyes
spreading radiant Light ~
One boundless heart
birthing Love
forever and a day.
Namasté
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