Garbhagriham

Once upon a time
in this very moment
I lived, I live, I lived
in the deepest caverns
of your womb.

Spark of your creative fire.
Atom of your womb’s deep darkness
Moment of your incessant motion.
Figment of your thought.
Child of your womb.

Out in the world, the light blinds me,
the noise deafens me, the crowd stuns me,
the stench overwhelms me,
the bitter-sour-sweet-salt
taste of life holds no temptation.

Homesick for your womb,
I cry, I kick, I scream, to no avail.
You want me to learn something
but the lesson is too hard for me.
I want to go home!

And then, you wrap your grace around me
like a parka, and I know what you mean.
You are this world;
I never left my garbhagriham.
I relax. I am spark of your fire,
atom of your darkness, moment of your motion
figment of your thought, child of your womb.
Once more and always.

dvitiyai 2004