TALKING TO SHIVABALAYOGI ABOUT THE MOTHER’S SHAKTI

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for Carol and for Stefan Pyne

“…if you feel like a room without a roof…if you feel that happiness is the Truth…”
P Williams

Happiness coming over me!
Silver schools of Gulf trout moving in waves under the skin!
Every mullet in that Gulf has a name.
Both their eyes have names.
The scales that cover their eyes each has a name
written in a kind of fire known only to the Most High.

But you tell me joy is evidence of a wound.
The Mother is always lifting up her children
to wipe the blood from our eyes.
You say we are moving down this road alone, alone
but every body is one candle lit inside another.
We make the necessary efforts to shine and one day we all
catch fire together.

Sitting at my ease now, becoming more and more
like the air around me
I swim into another body made of inhaled breath.
The right hand of the first body is stroking the long white beard of the other.

I can taste my name being called.
Because I am saying this, I know it’s nearly time for me
to die.

But for now I am a rooster strutting on the roof ridge of a white church
my feathers all red and gold!
Elaborate coxcomb thrown back fluttering in a furnace of wind
I go cockadoodledoing while the preacher tries to preach.

Hey you crying on your knees!
Hey you, bent over with your back broken under weight of fear and guilt
come outside and whirl with me!
Everything you believe about yourself is vomit.
Your sermons are mouthfuls of rancid meat!
Why not come out whirling with your arms full of fire?

Take this gallon can of gasoline and pour it over both our heads!
Your fingers are match sticks already struck with fire.

bee in flight on the road to the White Salmon River

bee in flight, taken on the road to the White Salmon River

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10 thoughts on “TALKING TO SHIVABALAYOGI ABOUT THE MOTHER’S SHAKTI

  1. I read this at the right time! Great YouTubes, too!

    “Earthly pleasures are the shadows of happiness, because of their transitoriness. True happiness is in love, which is the stream that springs from one’s soul; and he who will allow this stream to run continually in all conditions of life, in all situations, however difficult, will have a happiness which truly belongs to him, whose source is not without, but within.” –You-know-Hu

  2. For me the second song you included here, “Yeh Jo Halka Halka Suroor Hai,” is inseparably connected to one of your older poems, “Prayer Body.” I’ve told you how that poem was an important part of of my life and sadhana, how I used to declaim it over and over in a booming voice while standing in the sun drenched room filled with plants at my girlfriend Rachel’s house. How the fat black cat would sit and listen. During that same time I also listened to this song. I would recite till my voice tired, then listen to the song till my ears tired, then repeat. Day after day.

  3. And I’m glad you sent it to me. Your finger pressed “send” and so much followed. One of the luckiest button clicks of all time, from my point of view. 🙂

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