Sunday, February 25, 2018
Nataraja––poem by Dorothy
Nataraja
(for Brenda McMorrow)
I called on you
hardly knowing who you were.
Something streamed through my body
and tore my previous self to shreds.
You then danced in my blood,
moved as light
through my veins.
Now you were husband
to my thought,
master of who I was.
All I could say
was yes, I am yours,
do not leave.
Then I began to dance
in your footsteps.
Om nama shivaya,
Om, Om, Om.
Dorothy Walters
February 24, 2018
(image from internet)
(See also "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New" and
"Unmasking the Rose: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation")
