at the lotus feet of my beloved

i bow deeply, breathe slowly into the quiet of my stilled mind.
the mantra forms in my belly, an embryo of it’s own making.
dissolving once again and the soil beneath me slips away.
tethered  to this world only by the beat of my heart.
i am scraped clean, and splayed into the freedom of nothingness.
the gypsy north wind is blowing and my skirt rises to a cloudless sky.
my beloved keeps my pulse steady, and the mystic in my eyes.
no more checking my Self at the door, my elevator world comes to an end.
the smell of the earth, naked skin in the sun, a growing absence of I.
i fear not the losses, a string of
pearls plucked from the sea.
i have grown old into non Self and now there is no mortality that paralyzes my earthly bones.
i  can endure the red, black and white, the fire of the eternal One, but not a moment
without you.
awakened in you i doth not sleep.
feed me your tender kisses my beloved, and lie inside my body this night.
there is no me with you.
santidevi

Written: June 12, 2011