The lotus path
In India, the mountain Arunachala is Shiva
and Shiva is the mountain.
In India, Ramana, mystic in the mountain cave, is Shiva
and Shiva is the mountain
It was on this mystic trodden mountain path,
with lotuses bloooming under my skin
that a saddhu called to me from his mountain hut
namaste ma! namaste m!a om namaya ma! om jaya ma!
as if I were indeed mother of the universe
for namaste means I see the goddess in you
and ma is mother, great creatrix,
Om is the silence and the sound,
namaya meaning name of
and jaya meaning great,
On this day I was walking the mountain path,
with flowers blossoming under my skin,
cowbell, roll drum, horn and fighting dog below
pervading the silence as song,
intimate as any unlikely beloved.
It was on this, Ramana’s lotus path
that I was walking
when a saddhu saw me and called my name.
namaste ma! namaste ma! om namaya ma! om jaya ma!
As if I were indeed mother of the universe
as if I were the goddess
as if this woman
as if I were
as if
as if I
as if he saw right into me
as if he saw right through me
as if I were she
as if it were me, ma, She-who-is
I, the weft and the weave
I, The loom and the womb
In India, on this lotus path,
mystic trodden by the gods,
the god is a mystic
the mystic is the mountain
the mountain is the god
and the path?
spun out of nowhere,
dropping like an eagle from the sky
the path is the lotus blossoming under your skin.
and Shiva is the mountain.
In India, Ramana, mystic in the mountain cave, is Shiva
and Shiva is the mountain
It was on this mystic trodden mountain path,
with lotuses bloooming under my skin
that a saddhu called to me from his mountain hut
namaste ma! namaste m!a om namaya ma! om jaya ma!
as if I were indeed mother of the universe
for namaste means I see the goddess in you
and ma is mother, great creatrix,
Om is the silence and the sound,
namaya meaning name of
and jaya meaning great,
On this day I was walking the mountain path,
with flowers blossoming under my skin,
cowbell, roll drum, horn and fighting dog below
pervading the silence as song,
intimate as any unlikely beloved.
It was on this, Ramana’s lotus path
that I was walking
when a saddhu saw me and called my name.
namaste ma! namaste ma! om namaya ma! om jaya ma!
As if I were indeed mother of the universe
as if I were the goddess
as if this woman
as if I were
as if
as if I
as if he saw right into me
as if he saw right through me
as if I were she
as if it were me, ma, She-who-is
I, the weft and the weave
I, The loom and the womb
In India, on this lotus path,
mystic trodden by the gods,
the god is a mystic
the mystic is the mountain
the mountain is the god
and the path?
spun out of nowhere,
dropping like an eagle from the sky
the path is the lotus blossoming under your skin.

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