| | SHE IS
she's the mistress
of the dead, of living, of kundalini
she's the victor of the yogi
she's the dancer of kapala
she's the red girl shakti devi
to the yogi sitting so straight she's
his cover and invisible blanket
to the maya bound people, she's
the black Kali of the cremation pyre
to the Shakta, she is devi he loves
and worships in his self and sumeru
she the maiden who comes
to the dead yogi, he's held in her samadhi
and to the eyes of the world she dances time away
and to the inner spirit she's the gift of yoga
she's the mistress
the lover and I know her
even as myself .
Poetry from Shankara's Siva Recollections. |
| | Posted 12/10/2003 11:16 AM - 1 view - 0 comments
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