Monday, August 21, 2006

changing rooms

I almost missed Her
my arms and legs started moving
around a shallow puddle
before they remembered
the depth of Her body.

The Goddess wakes up
in fingers and toes.

The heart must sink upwards
into Her slow passion to be felt.

We are a changing room of now.
I am Her
and every point
on the compass of truth.

The little bones in my ears

are Her mansion.

The guide ropes

and platforms of being

are Her house.