Sister Arrogance

Sister Arrogance
I see you
carrying your head high
walking with a straight spine
holding your face rigid

You are so wise
I honor your wisdom
your knowledge
your intuition

What is the reason
You feel you need to show everybody
how much better and wiser
you are than anybody else

Why is your wisdom connected to
This hardened heart of yours
Where did you lose the connection
To your innocent heart
What do you fear
What do you want to hide

Sister Arrogance
Let’s walk together for a while
Through the moonlit night
Under the vast dark sky with stars
Let’s breathe and open our heart
To the mystery that surrounds us

How can we find the way
You and I – together
How can we find the way
Back to love and innocence

Do you feel my longing for innocence
For connection to the innocent heart
For connection from heart to heart
For a love that shouts out,
“I cannot not love you.”

Oh, Kali Ma, Kali Ma
Teach me to love
Teach me to love in a way
That I shout out like you,
“I cannot not love you.”

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Prayer to Saraswati – Goddess of Expression, Wisdom, and Freedom

Saraswati Ma, your airy presence of inspiration
Is so dear and familiar to me
I think we have been friends over eaons

And yet you always find ways
To surprise me with new images and words
Your sign today shook me to the core of my bones

Yes, you are right, I feel as naked as
A tree in winter without leaves
No chance to hide behind a green veil of leaves

I feel as exposed as this naked walnut tree
No protection against cold winter winds
Trembling in the bones of her trunk and boughs

And still you ask me to speak and raise my voice
Make myself heard in all this winter nakedness
As if cold winter winds of judgement didn’t exist

Saraswati Ma, grant me with your support
Maybe some mice in the rootstock
Keeping my roots warm and alive
Maybe some squirrels in my trunk’s knotholes
Keeping me connected to the eternal heartbeat
Maybe some blackbirds singing on swinging boughs
Keeping the melody of life in my memory
When giddiness threatens to overwhelm me
When frozeness seems to be the sole reality
When Mother Earth becomes an abstract concept

Hold me, Saraswati Ma, in your love
I am falling, falling, falling

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