Have you ever been kissed by the echo of starlight?
Let the wind that speaks from mountain whisper truth into your bones?
Have you ever chanted the mantra of lilac bud?
Sat before the guru of the sparrows breath?
Taken Darshan from a cloud?
The new fallen dusk is the temple incense
The shell of coiling snail is the altar
Did you know your body is made
Of tree moss
And rose thorn
And sea foam
And the sigh of willow branch?
Do you know the One Heart that pulses
At the center of existence
Is that same fluttering of bees
That resides inside your rib cage?
That the ancient river of blood beneath your skin
Is nothing other
Than life’s relentless longing
To live again
Know this now:
The rays of sun that consummate
Heaven into body
Reside inside each
Ordinary breath
Your eyes are made of rainbows and
Your gaze is danced by space
And every spark of your desire
Was forged inside the flame
At the center of
Creation
Know this gospel Now through
The sadhana of feeling
The prayer of listening
The Yoga of seeing
smelling
tasting and
hearing
The goddess molded you with
Sacred openings
To drink deeply of her unspeakable truth
This is the path of no utterance
There are no words in this lineage
Only silent rapture
All of her medicines
Are honey for your heart
The goddess is a feast
Who feeds only on
Herself
She is that snake drinking down her tail
Into her
Open mouth
There is a scripture hidden
In the darkness of soil
A revelation inside one single
Insect wing
Raindrops melt into their longing
Just as you
Storms gather their hunger
And gush
Their tender revelations
As you do too
The goddess is a feast
There is no where she is not
Drink down her body
If you want to pray to Her
-Maya Luna