Anna Purna

My moments,

grains of lentil, rice, and wheat,

apples of love, the future’s seed,

given for your nourishment, to eat

to fill your need.

Empty begging bowls,

and hollowed children,

ghosts of themselves,

mock Me, shock Me.

I Am the over-flowing rice-pot spilling,

danced and sung around in thanks and hope

at Solstice, a New Year’s daylight welling.

I Am Cornucopia, life-source spiraling

from cosmic dark between My legs,

all death

recycling into life,

a celebration, here and now,

of plenty.

I Am community of worms, birds, bees,

that interweave the earth’s sustaining net,           

changing like the moon.

I husband all My creatures; I Am wife.

This is My feast. I ask you all to come

in joy and love. I need you, every one

to make this world a human home.

Now is My summer’s bounty on the earth.

Do not call winter down so soon!

Like gardeners, increase

(with work and love, your task)

growth and health,

the future’s wealth,

sanity and peace.

This is the thanks I ask.                  

As praise for all My good:

savor and share

the moments I provide

like food.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018