Guest guest Posted February 21, 1999 Report Share Posted February 21, 1999 Hey gang, Here's a recent work in progress: > > > The Eggplant I Am > > > Used to be > I was a personality: > words circled wagons > around my skull, > battled imagined scalpers, > pushed and shoved for > squatter's rights, > debated, persuaded and > cajoled their frantic > worldly lives around and > through my body and > out of my mouth, > hovering in the air > like little sins > craving atonement; > > Moods ate me daily > up and down from > one week, one month, > one year, > to the next; > > sated lust disguised > itself as satisfaction, > > then, my Being was > clothed in black leather-- > > now, white linen drapes > my Moment, > a veil that illumines, > twinkling in my eyes, > folded across my shoulders, > and plush beneath my feet-- > > Now, > is a magic rug that > flies me about > in my auto, to work, > while eating supper, > on my knees, > chanting Om Tare > Tuttare Ture Swaha.... > behind me: Light, > before me, Light-- > I'm a crazy-quilt paned > window woman > floating in Today's embrace. > > > > Two > > Today, I am > an eggplant. > I am fat and > purple, > full of pale green > flesh and seeds > like eyes that > I scatter before me, > Hansel & Gretel-like, > (sitting, grinning > like fools in the > crone's hot oven), > the errors of my ways > cooked away, > skin has disappeared, > bones, too-- > and muscles and blood, > baked in an ocean of > increment and excrement. > > A ratatouille am I, > without a thought in > my steaming casserole head. > > I am following the > trail of seeds back > to the beginning, > > to the point of > no-returning; > > headless and swollen, > I am rolling, spinning, > bumping my way without > eyes, ears or tongue; > > Time, what are You to me? > Fire consumed the skin and > flames the flesh that > disguised this I am > that yesterday > mistook herself for > my Self. > > Three > > Ice in the > throat stills all. > (Seeds, eggplant-lovers), > Fire consumes, > Ice preserves, > the former in the belly, > the latter, the throat-- > breathe until fire erupts, > surrender breath and > swallow beloved Shiva's > icy blue kiss. > > Be forewarned, lovers, > nothing shall remain of > what went before, > Nor future shall there be-- > Personality is tinder, > mind only so many weeds, > dried grass and > dead leaves, > ablaze in an instant, > all puff and poof > and only a little ash. > > Four > > Sister Lalla, > my sister Self, > come and fetch me, > please, > God knows I am > ready to depart-- > take my purple hand, > roll my pregnant body > down the aisle, > across the sea, > up to the alter of > connubial bliss-- > > O, rescue me, > Lallita-sweet-- > teeth are gnashing, > voices behind me grasp > and clutch, > arms of the living dead > reach, > licking bloodless lips, > wailing, "Madhyanandi, > stay! > You cannot leave us, > Pour our cocktails, > serve our food, > satisfy satisfy! > we will not let you go." > > Dearest Lalla, > lovely, naked dancer, > teach me to pour Spirit > into Soul! > Am I not also nude? > What remains of my > ambition, but dust? > Have I hair on my head? > Clothes around my heart? > When Beloved Mirror > returns my gaze, > I am not there, > but Everywhere! > We belong together, > dear Lal, > dancing, singing > cursing, confronting, > saying what others > only dream to speak, > writhing with sensual > delight, > rubbing skin together, > with our blue-skinned > Lover, > Such a wicked > menage a trois > are we, lovely Lal D! > > > Madhya Nandi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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