Thursday, November 21, 2013

When the River Feels the Mighty Sea...

2/3 "When the Wave Rises It is Water..." - Kabir

A scarlet river rushes beneath my skin
It ebbs and flows against the inner world
Sometimes heated and erratic
Sometimes cool and placid
What strange intelligence this liquid holds
As songs pour through feelings
Shape molecules of wet crimson
Into new creations
Blue veins of rich scarlet
Drown all other colors

As the cycles of my womanhood slow down
The spirited circulation in my head rises

Flushed pink cheeks fill like a fragrant claret
Dry bloodshot eyes gaze into the mirror
Until tears of clear water fall

Washing me from the inside
Disclosing unknown mysteries
Submerged in rhythmic tides
Ebbing into deep silence

©Ganga Fondan, 2013
Posted November 22

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