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...