India

[Guest guest]

Perhaps it is just because

I am India itself

I have never visited her jungle temples

though I have felt her monsoon torrents in

my awakening kundalini,

I have dissolved in her saffron and curry

I have been bathed in the aroma of sandlewood and black narcissus

drifting… into my awareness

I have lived in her rooms of opium—-

silently bewildered

as the starry night,

all but forgotten

but for the sake of Love

and I have danced in her colours

I have danced with bells and cymbals

and veils,

oh these colours of India,

these glorious colours of teeming life and untold stories

hovering with

the last breaths of the dying,

and I have prayed,

oh, how I have prayed,

chanting your name,

My Beloved,

 

I have purified myself on the pyre

of dissolution and now,

empty and naked of all that could

be in our way, even this last veil

of Poetry,

 

like the flesh of words in Water,

 

I come to you.