Oh Ma,
Your beautiful soft folds of light
draw me from my cave.
My eyes open and my legs unfold —
your call is just too great.
How could I withstand your siren music
drowning my soul in love?
The fire of your beauty
burns through
the shell of who I wish to be,
leaving me naked
and alone
with you.
Each morning
you pull me from sleep
to chant your names.
At night
you push me from activity
into the darkness of rest.
So it goes around the wheel
— life and death —
nothing but your push and pull.
You unfold the tapestry of the world,
then you wind it back up.
You are the final lover
and ultimate completion.
All are called to bow before you.
Those who do so
with love and devotion;
them you raise
to glory and prominence.
Those who will not bow
end up on their knees before you, anyway,
struck down by the arrows
of disappointment, sickness,
shattered illusions, and death.
In exchange for peace sublime,
passion unleashed and joy unbound,
all you ask is my body and mind.
I would be a fool
not to make
such a great deal.
