Shakti sits across the table from you in the corner of a dimly lit coffee shop. Little twinkling lights strung along the ceiling appear to ooze with golden honey. A single candle flame dances between the two of you, casting mysterious plays of shadow and light on the captivating face of the Goddess. Behind her is a wall of glass.
All at once you see her figure, the glass, people nestled under umbrellas on the sidewalk outside, cars migrating on the city street, raindrops gliding down the glass, and reflections of light fixtures inside the shop shimmering behind you. The air brushing your skin pulses in ecstatic dance. You perceive reality in layers. Time is your barista here.
The Goddess has reserved a table for you. Will you take your seat?
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I can tell you how to find them.
I pluck a v
The squiggly s
The holy cross to bear,
Ma Devi Shakti!
Heed the gold-winged cherub tugging at your ankle,
Thirty-Seven Thousand Feet
Where is your compassionate glance for your child-lover today?
Blood-red pomegranate wine,
Never have I savored such opulence in this form,
The whispers resume one by one.
The river's winding, yearning to return to source,
A child-calf sits on the shore adorned in jewels,
Rays from the sun,
A flock of white cloud bison summon three wise men from the east,
What altar built by hands can honor the white?
Your image stains my eyes.
How do people live with this much pain in their hearts?
Don't speak of Lila.
Why do we play this game,
Yet you put me here.
And now I am driven mad,
Tonight speaking your name is spitting sand and blood.
I surrender, Kali.
Dance here in my heart.
You are terrible. You are beautiful.
Your garland of skulls,
This is how to return you to the sweet little mother flower,
You are breaking my heart open, love,
How can I show how much I love you?
Your love is empty.
The universe tumbling through this riverbed tastes empty.
The spaces between each water molecule light years apart.
You are my blood,
Twin flames pass in the night and wake alone with mourning breath.
Today letters are paintings decorating the trees.
Can you feel the vertical lines of the spider's web,
Just waiting for us to harvest the eggs for our baskets.
Just waiting for us to sew the strands of the universe into our hearts.
Walk with me,
Words spoken to connect with you tear us farther apart.
Words meant to unite deepen the chasm between us.
Love is not approval.
What Lovers Do
I must be insane, Ma.
Why have I come, Shiva?
It is maddening for you to watch me close the door on the universe offering gifts again, again, again.
My timing is off.
Dear Shakti, love,
To the great Mother, womb,
All Is as It Once Was
I am an exploding star,
I can feel you dripping through creation,
You take the place of something previously all-powerful,
The Blue Light
I am all you need.
I am Shiva — awareness.
Excerpted from "Courting Shakti"
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