Dec 9, 2017 Original Poetry
The Goddess
©December 9th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
By Vijaya Sundaram
Brahma dreams of music, and chants
An entire world into existence.
The words escape from his vast mouth,
And swirl into stars, planets, interstellar dust.
He dreams himself into being, dreams that his wife,
Serene and chaste, and seated on a white lotus,
Grows from his navel, holding the vichitra veena
Which she plays, to the rumble of his voice.
There are others who arise from his words,
Which pour out in aeons from his meditating mind.
Darker shadows, hiding under his amygdala,
Emerge, crowding out, shoving aside his words.
They arise, giants and monsters, passionate
Inarticulate, wordless, grunting and pushing.
Meanwhile, his wife plays on, eyes closed, legs folded
Beneath her, on her white lotus, transported. She smiles.
And as she dreams herself into song and life,
She dreams Brahma into being, and his words
Are the words she created with her bicameral mind,
When she lay athwart the void, and yearned for him.
And the monsters, jostling and grunting crowding in?
Those were there, when she turned over the rock
And stooped to see what she could find under it.
Curious to understand, she lets them cavort. She is bored.
But she is the Chaste one, the Pure one, the Singer.
She, who dispenses knowledge, words, music,
She longs for One who will teach her what she knows.
She is lonely. She is eaten up with longing.
She opens her eyes. Her smile fades, for
All around her, when she turns her stone face,
She sees what she dreamed into being: Emptiness.
How can she change this? She closes her eyes.
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