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Om Ma
03:20
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Om Ma
Om Ma
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"Salutations to the Divine Mother in the form of Supreme Energy! O, Divine Mother from Your abode of Supreme Purity, You create this entire universe in an ever-refreshing way.
Salutations to Bhairava! Great Father whose nature is filled with the five energies of creation, protection, destruction, concealing and revealing.
And my own Mother's name was Vimala, because She was residing in the purity of God-consciousness. And my birth was a great festival not only for Her, but for all my ancestors.
So let the essence of my being which has come forth from the union of my Mother and Father and which is filled with the Supreme Nectar of God-consciousness blossom and vibrate in this whole universe."
Jai Ma
Anandamayi Ma
Om Jaya Jaya Jaya Ma
Om Jai Ma Jai Ma Jai Ma OM
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what am i saying? what can i
possibly say? can i say
what is possible? is it
possible to state that that
is possible?
already stated by the
birth canal.
corroboration? collaboration?
half an inch of string remembers
the pull apart start and stop
start of all my worries tumbling
down the stairs with
fear as cousin - the house
surrounded by bears
roaring silent as thumb
in the ear gone dumb
in the confusion, HUM
in the hum of my confusion
new lines on the floor
forage for dew, disssssappear
pluck a pin from lotus
OM GAM VAKRATUNDAYE HUM
the thread spun between seed
& finger, intoooooooo a leaf
with veins alive & flowing
near & why is how we answer
God, the mud gone clear in Love
the beat and breath are one
the path and goal breathe
this lung hung round Kali Ma's
neck, this blood that drips from her tongue
dies any way every way every
whisp
so this movement toward
You is the song of you
the song of your birth
spiraling dual, the path
is One
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4. |
Pick Up Your Mat
06:41
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pick up your mat
slide it under burlap
bangs & pigtails
to frame the exhales
each exhalation alters the
course, eyes at rest upon the
altars in slow swoops of smoke
the coarse trot on the trail
a knot is untied at your navel
who forgot?
the circle
who posed the question.
bindu oscillation
snake lost its skin
& found Her scissors
each snip a valley
through which to come again to MTN.
from climb again, i am again
lightning thunder hollow hallowed rain
sinking glow aflight in the recordkept
sights sides sites & lefts lefts & rights writes rites
insights & insides inside out the
cast light of the sun, o shadowspun iris
i am a petal unfurled at
Your feet, an offering
meet me
where i am
and i was
and where i will be
where i will be
where i am
where i was
meeting me /// in Your divine
manifestations, unstaged upon
a stage upon an echo of
reverberating blazes of mazes
& hazes, the cycles ablur before
the curtain, opens after the
loss beckons wall - now crumble dust now
add straw to strengthen, hold
still, unfold
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Kali Ma
Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Kali OM
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The Man With Seven Faces
04:43
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the man with seven faces
lost his heart and hands to fire
withe tears in his toes
his eyes grew eyes
in the knows
to see the sense
to smell the unborn, pervading All!
each difference but a name
(we all creak gentle in the sand)
bones move and are still
whatever we crave
or knot with peacock feathers
to untie the beating (bleat
of modern seascript) pulse
of the earth, its rhythms
without whys, wise or wiser tweet
the night of daylight to
followers on screens - what
are our mosquitos? winter
soft and holy unleashes
the wall writ & clung
to, o, stones will gather,
and our hope
and our hope
o, stones will gather,
and our hope going nowhere
makes its home in
the Lost, OUT THERE -
(((within))) this vast area
shepherded by long-faced whispers
waiting for the lung to howl
a line
a wheel considered plan
desires come
pull the axe from wall
call close a while
OM GAM
another shot of time, our tender
sips and slips collapse between each
word, birds brake for
breadcrumb, a charlaton
lies down with clouds and
waits for ground
in the sky appears a window -
?
O Question Mark, are your
tendrils free tonight? "i'm sewing
the most accurate seam of my
life." actually the second
of two tonight.
seems, remembering, the ashes
dabble with delay, "this album
is what i wish church was." unexpected,
with the birds, wait, wait, way
to be
something. way to be. something.
today i shouldered oceans.
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6. |
At Thy Lotus Feet
07:41
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Om Jai Kali Ma
at Thy lotus feet
i lay my guilt my shame
this body, this name
at Thy lotus feet O Mother
i lay down these syllables, these
petals, i lay all my all
this fleeting glimpse of Thy grace
protect me O World, O Ma
at Thy lotus feet
i lay the full breadth and breath
of my desire, my ownership
set sail in my heart - all is THINE
all is THINE - set sail in my heart
in my heart, Thy blood
O Chinnamasta
drink me up
drink me up
drink me up
may i nourish only Thee
all of the trees
sing Thy beauty
at Thy lotus feet
i lay my tears
my fears, my ears yearn
to learn Thy song Jai Ma
Jai Ma Jai Ma Jai Ma Jai Ma i
peek behind the curtain
rusted to the chains nailed to the change
THINE eyes THINE eyes THINE eyes
dissolve the uncertain
steps to burden from burden to burden
to burden to meeting Thee (You) - OM
open the doors in me
ravage and rattle my bones
wear me around Thy neck
& steal this speech
suckle sweet
extend
Thy hands through me
that i may know my Self
Om Jai Kali Ma!
at Thy lotus feet
i
d
r
o
p
on the way to meet Thee
i fell
at Thy lotus feet
a chorus of bells spells Thy beauty
my heart caves in to a
rest and a sip of bird
Om bless these waves of creatures
Om Jai Kali Ma
may your heart
be filled
with Love!
your joy is the joy
of the universe.
OM
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