We are children of God, vessels into which we awaken
This gift of life that is not easily forsaken
As pitiful humans we might want to run and hide
From the divinity and temple that is ours inside
What makes us think that we can do better?
Insanely identified with our narcissistic go-getter
As we strive and push in controlling ways
Our egos blindly caught in an illusory haze
It is in the dark womb that we can bear the pain
In Kali’s wisdom that we are reborn again and again
Hold me close in my shattering, bathe my wounds with Your love
Remind me always of the true path and peace of the dove
Strip me bare and take away my clothes
Force me to surrender from all that is grandiose
Help me to bear the purity of Thy face
And to know in return the glory and the grace
In black and white mode, we label everything good or bad
Have such aversion to anything shameful, angry or sad
Adversity melts us in the fire, brings us to our knees
Reducing us to children reciting primary abc’s
But in this surrender as we kiss Your blessed feet
There is wonder and creation, sifting the chaff from the wheat
We can begin to open the magic of pandora’s box
And speak of the mystery, to dance and de-tox
In my brokenness, I cannot manage this journey alone
I beg for forgiveness and mercy to bring me fully ‘home’
Can I believe the inherent goodness that upholds all life?
Dare to trust in the Dark Mother stripping me naked with a knife?
When will I feel safe in my skin, give up the exhaustive fight?
Honour my body’s desperate cries as SHE holds me tight?
When will I trust in the love that is far beyond redemption
And devotedly enter my Temple with wholly/holy intention?
When ………..when………..if not now??