The Mother's Lasso

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This day my vital being is an altar

 All to prepare me for the inevitable

   Transformation that was invented

    For those that longed for prophecy

 

I drink the stars whole and swallow bliss

 My voice yearns to hum the unseen

   I tremble with equanimity

     For my spiritual gain in transparency

 

I covet neutrality like an atom

  And praise the stone for her immobility

    I place my life into a spiritual fire

      Where I bathe in ceaseless absence of desire

 

It is there, where I feel the fathomless of life

 Close to my breast where I have been all creatures

   I have experienced all forms, felt all sensation

     Witness the breath of the source fall back on me

 

And I turned to golden dust, and it felt Good

 Where the wind from the secret grove dives

   Inside the momentum of reincarnated recognition

     The spirit strives, and that’s all that really matters.