Chiffons and cottons
All float away neatly
Into little packaged boxes
As the clarion call of the friend arrives
Hurry up please it’s time
We are flying away to the land
The sacred feminine awaits
The mortal feminine awaits
Waiting watching big birds zoom past
In small groups in big groups
people known people unknown
Melodies which are kings
Turn into empresses
On man made devices
Smile laugh share the joy
The sacred feminine awaits
The mortal feminine awaits
The birds fly with their chiffon packages
Clouds turn into saffron colored visuals
And heartbeats into the feel of the Dhak
Climb down the concrete stairs
Oh Ma, we have come to praise thee
To welcome thee
To love thee feel thee
Open our hearts open our minds
And smile with your splendid joy
As you, mortal, sacred
Feminine.
Embrace us.
Sounds of bangles
Of night skies
Oh Ma, we have arrived.
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