Thursday, October 31, 2019
Conch Shells--Poem by Dorothy
Conch Shells
(for my friends Julie and Erica who are now on pilgrimage in India)
How often have I listened
as the conch shells
called down the gods.
How carefully I arranged
the fires,
ceremonies awaiting their arrival.
I sang with the chorus,
trembling in anticipation
as we chanted the ancient hymns
of welcome and devotion.
Finally they came,
our prayers ascending with the smoke,
our bodies filled with delight.
Now we performed sacred gestures,
hands and selves turning in patterns
the elders had prescribed.
Our ecstasy was theirs,
we became who they were.
They gave the rishis secret wisdom,
how the universe was formed,
learnings of the cosmic truths,
the cycles of Brahma,
the frequencies of the sun.
The trees, the flowers,
the stones around the fire––
all vibrated together,
lit from within
as we swayed and sang,
circle of bliss.
Our prayers were granted
as we were entered and transmuted.
We were one.
Dorothy Walters
October 31, 2019
