Akhilanda

She exists between worlds:

inside the layers of consciousness,

between death and rebirth,

between mistake and resolution.

With the strength of thousands

She holds a burning burst of thought-

highlighting a fresh vantage

point to build anew.

In a wave of release,

seeds of ideas are implanted

by the depth of Her passion

in the garden of humanity,

happily watered daily

by Her creative expression.

Tucked inside the Earth’s core,

She is there,

patiently waiting,

a mother to the motherless.

I find my awareness-

fully submerged in the waters

of her subterranean lake.

I breath in my surroundings

with peaceful curiosity.

Benignant is the cavern;

grandiose, wise, torus.

It is there that fluidity stands,

Her hands cupped in gratitude,

sending magic to the world above.

She is a teacher of transformation,

armed with a pedagogy of permutation,

and I her willing student.

I bathe in the enchanted

glow of her refuge,

arms stretched back in total

submission to the coming light.

Pods of ideation dance with glee

into the evening as a wave of wondering;

a deep space dive of divination

expresses in loud silence

the origins of it all

Can I handle it?

Does it move me?

Scare me?

Ignite me?

She already knows-

She has always known.

Suddenly;

I am lifted from the pristine,

and set upon the highest balcony.

Her lucid curves,

draped in jeweled fire,

Stand before me.

She holds court in the

archway of ideas.

The scales of justice,

Her primal steed.

She steps towards me-

my fears ameliorate in Her gaze.

I become light, a floating molecule

in the spacious glow of Her

quiet strength.

A familiar smile forms,

and then I know-

I am Home

I am Love

I am Akhilanda