Naga

I Am deathless, white,

the primal cobra

churning the celestial sea of milk

that fills the fertile moon.

My tongue forks red.

Womb is a sea of blood,

eclipsed full moon

the glowing emblem of fertility,

icon of awe;

dark ocean salt,

each cell a tiny sea:

these three: Red, White and Black,

sisters in My Mystery.

Devi, Shakti, I dance,

snake phallus waving outward,

evoking Awe.

I create, sustain, destroy, create again!

Praise Me,

Mother of Openness and Change,

Dynamo of Gynergy.

Walk barefoot, in meditation,

My sacred temple water-path,

marble birth-canal; emerge reborn!

Celebrate My sacrament of the Moon’s turning.

You are My chalice full of light.

Let Me stir you anew!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018