My fingertips and legs and around my face
my thighs my armpits my belly,
where the
starred freckle mole marks my northward path
bellybutton,
all are becoming
blue.
I think of Blue Tara.
Think of mastering my desires,
think of compassion:
look out for the stars,
long for night, and fireflies, and lotus flowers
with nestled jewels.
I sit, cross-legged, hope for serenity and
the sound of water.
Am I becoming this goddess?
or is it just the secondhand dress from India
blue dye not properly set
and everyplace I touch with these bluetipped fingers....
Is it mundane, or divine?
And, more importantly, does it wash off?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Blue Meditation
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2 comments:
like the tangental courses and returns. enjoyed the piece
(fellow wompo)
Thanks Pearl, for the comment, and for stopping by. :) I kinda like this pome too, and it's a simple little thing. :)
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