Caterpillar

[Guest guest]

you begin to weave a story

around your sadhana in your saffron robe,

or white dhoti

you begin to tell the light how to dance

you are lost in your aloneness

and you hear the beating of your own mystic heart

in the sound of an echo

of your Beloved's words

as if you heard it for

the first time

as if you knew it again,

as if you dreamed once more

 

as a free wo/man.