Mother Meera’s Eyes
I walk into a simple room
Questions, challenging the depth of the moment
But even with my rebellious questions I hold back
Tears and have to ask, as I laugh them back.
What brought them so suddenly? I have no wish, no intention to cry.
People sit, kneel in line, holding their deepest surrender
To this Indian stranger.
I wonder, why aren't they like this more often? It seems ridiculous.
My true interest and faith in love is honoring what I don't understand.
I kneel into the blessing line, nervous, let it pass, now just steady.
See people I adore recieve their blessing.
In front of her, I am on my knees,
Full of the fiercity of the passion that I take into this world,
With my visions of what can be that I do not wish to lose
I feel a more femine peace creating peace on the world, united efforts to restore nature, justice and honor, wit and wisdom, godliness and magic, great systems that support those least taken care of in these times, beautiful things for this world I can't find more word for right now.
I look up with childishness in my eyes, and a lack of seriousness with all of this in my mind
She holds my gaze and I am uncomfortable with the intensity, as I am in a space of laughter.
Hold, hold... I see temples, ancient temples, wisdom and knowledge.
She looks away, my cue to get up, and I walk away, energized
I sit and feel this new knowledge, depth, and feel that I am a seeker of truth
And feel excited to find much truth in my life
I am supposed to stay for another few hours but I wish for the
unlimited expression of nature.
I walk into the snow after some time, and am so grateful.
