Blue Meditation

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?