This poem was written by Sreyasi, an initiate in the Sha'can tradition, and a member of our local community. Jai Maa!


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Sitting at a loss,
swirling, pinging,
like an IP address
that won't connect.

Orphaned
amongst years,
and ghosts of limbs,
of eras, epochs,
of jumbled mess.

Unable to integrate
or reconcile
events that fell like pick up sticks,
splayed,
dropped so many times,

no way to tell
how it fell
the time before.
No recognition
in the patterns.

Too close,
too close.
Perhaps with distance,
perhaps with lifetimes.

Disarray on the desk,
a constellation
or a sign?
You beamed at me
your token self.

A tiny figure
vibrating blue
and large
bathed in red.

A small reminder
containing the formidable
and fearsome,
all we cannot know,

like blood and mucous and tears and excrement and commingled fluids of sex.
The secret exchange we don't understand.
The substances we hide
yet covet and live by
to just as soon forget.

You stand Beyond and in All things visceral.
Foot planted firmly in this world,
the other placed upon the next.
For You your husband lies prone.

That momentary glance
amongst the papers
and detritus,
in that second
You said:

Before you knew Me
by one thousand names
I was with you.
You knew Me by fluid
and the velvet of dark wombs
and the stretch of the immeasurable.

Realms of silence,
arcs of galaxies,
depths of ocean,
the deposit in the dirt
composed of myriad traces
of life broken down,
perpetually transformed.

You're Mine,
no matter how disparate.
I have claimed you.

In Me,
the forgotten,
the fragmented,
are reconciled.

In Me
you are nothing
but Whole.