SītāRām

SītāRām

SītāRām
The way "Seeeee" stretches the lips to a smile,
how "Taaaaaa" drops the jaw, and the eyebrows
raise in delight.

We often think of ecstasy as the pinnacle of pleasure,
but it's really a fierce melt
into horror 
and bliss.

And that's just one moment
in the river of sound, "Raaaaaaaaaa;"
its alluring current swallows and dissolves.

The Merciful Nature is revealed
when despair dawns at the river's end- 
an aching heart softened 
by a low, soothing rumble, 
"Mmmmmmmm..." 

Maharajji gave me faith, unveiled
Unyielding Grace. Ram Dass
opened the Bottomless Well 
of the human heart.

And SītāRām provides the perfect Form 
to contain it all- 
Faith, Grace & Love-

a sonic murti, formed 
by my own lips,
by whose feet I fall
with the breath's rising tide.

SītāRām,
sometimes I think You're a practice,
but in truth
You're the reward.

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  1. Heather Ross says:

    Wow. Profoundly beautiful. Words to contemplate and slowly digest🙏❤️

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