
83. VARDA
Varda arrives on
silver moons
Amidst quintzillion
colors of the dawn
Her toes stretch
forth to feel the river
Her heart reaches
forth into the One
Birth is heart of
the Universe
Varda has given birth
to a son
The river talks with
ripples and laps
And riverbirds dance
on velvet winds
And fishes flicker
silver, in the glittering waters run
Her feminine breath
will join dew scented air,
Her heart give words
to poems of God
In the image of all
universes
Dancing, praying,
unclothed, unshod
Creation is a mother's
care
She is a sprite of
always rivers
One spark of suns
who flies forever to their harmony
And blends the green,
brown, blue, threads of river windings
To the colors of
the dawn
If I were a being
sixty galaxies tall
She'd be what I'd
gaze upon,
And her sisterheart
would make me happy
Were she to call
I would run through tall grasses like a wild puppy
And lend cold nose
to chakra songs
If I were a Being
sixty galaxies tall
I would hold this
river in my heart
And She who dances
and prays upon the shore
I would anxiously
await, and if she was late
At last her name
I would call
With winds for voice,
with bird's flight I would write
Her name on azure
skies and look carefully
To see if she could
notice me...