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Kavita ~ Reflections
on Poetry
Check out links below:
Songs of The Body
• Words for Hungry Tongues
• In the Folds of Your Sari •
Ali's Poem
In
the Folds of Your Sari
Poems for Amma
published by Inevitable Press, Laguna Beach, CA.
& Precious Heart
ISBN 1-891281-85-2
(c) 2000
This collection of poetry is about my relationship with Sri Karunamayi
Devi (the Mother of compassion), the non-dual nature of the Divine Mother.
It also questions what separation means and does to and for us and the
exaltation one experiences in the moments of connection.
The essence of Amma's teaching is truly love, compassion and grace.
Her sweetness is ours. The poems also explore the idea that we are indeed
a part of all life as the divine is manifest in us all .
This book is priced at $10.00
xii.
I am not I
You are not you
We are not separate
from each other
I am you
You are me
We are the One
The Indestructible Self.
xiii.
I am the tree
the bee, the flame
the flower, and the bower
I am the lake
and even sweet cake
that I present to you
and which I must eat
after you have blessed it
with your hands and feet
I am the water
I am the daughter
the deer on the run
the son, the ground
and even the mound
in which I must lie
before I can sprout
and grow into a shrub
to bear flowers for you
I am the joy
the play, the winds
the secret and the story
I am the sorrow
and the furrow
from which I was born
to emerge with words
to compose songs
to carve on your sword
I am the war
the door, the weapon
the moon, the racoon
the boat and even the river
which rocks with a rhythm
and dances in time’s silence
and to which I return always
hoping for transcendance
What am I? I wonder.
Am I just lost?
Am I just dust?
What am I, Mother? I ask.
You place your hand on my head.
Your smile beatific?
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xiv.
Mother, I wish simply
to curl up in the folds
of your golden red sari.
xxiii.
If there’s time for time
there’s time for poetry
Time for poetry
is time for manna
Manna is food of the gods,
so it’s time to feast.
On words
and the silences
between them
and the silences
which contain them
and silences which subsume
the passage of time
reflections on a shy leaf
yellow in flowing waters
the glisten of light
on wings of butterflies
the sweet intensity in
your kohl dark eyes
the fragrance of white
jasmine on a hot night
the taste of water
on a dry thirsty tongue
the sounds of breathing
for Silence
devours time
Silence
is companion to Stillness
Silence
is
beyond time
an expansion
an awareness
a collective inhalation
and exhalation
and in Silence
is our evolution
truly, yes, silence
is
your language
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