Saturday, April 13, 2019
I Was There––poem by Dorothy
I was there
I was there.
I wore the thread,
carried the mark
on my forehead,
spread my deerskin
in the forest,
performed the ritual dance
where each small gesture
was a secret code.
I fasted the long holy days,
bathed in the sacred river,
chanted the hymns of devotion,
mated with the Other in ecstatic bliss.
Oh, Shiva,
I look and cannot find you.
My life is a river gone dry.
I cry out and hear
only an echo.
All I have left
is this small sculpture
and holy longing,
a wave of feeling now and again.
Dorothy Walters
March 27, 2019
(image from internet)
