Dragonfly

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound
written into my skin.
I am yet the vibration of Bhrama
and the garden universe awaits.

A place of beauty, in the
foreign land of the destroyer, to
meditate the mind and be with the creator in
the quiet stills between breaths.
For one breath must sacrifice itself
so that another may begin.

In my minds eye I see peace
and transform. I see a petal of
the lotus floating and tranquil.
I see the wind pulling through
the swaying willows. I see the
dragonfly's flight, agile and light.

I have sought the deeper wisdom, only
to find it changed, as i am changed.
The great divine mother, her power
pours me though time. We blur
into the cosmos as all becomes energy.

Maya dulls the sleeper from who we are,
From awakening into the absolute state.
Only when the illusion is gone do I transform.
I become the lotus on water. I become the wind
in the willows. I am the dragonfly