The Goddess Sarasvati – Mysore Painting
TO MY SOUL
I felt ashamed – so they taught me to –
No bound no tie
Shame is a knife
Feeding on your dreams and flesh
Separating the I from others’ eyes –
Like egg yolk from its white.
It makes you invisible –
Yet boundless – so easy then to melt away
And float over the world
Suspended in a silent cry
Embedded in a river of black stars.
It’s you – my Soul – I’m calling – soul and mother
The only generation I can conceive
Dark origin of a brooding life.
A womb so universal that no birth
Is needed to be born – to see the light.
Black is the colour of light
And darkness is its prize.
Two flowers – one in each hand
On a deep blue cloth
She handed me – in smiling stillness
Both I took to fill the gap between
Me and my words
And suddenly the rage became an ocean
A pouring ocean of words.
They ignited worlds hidden in darkness
Set life afire – painted grey walls
With flashing colours – so that no blackness
Was black any more.
She – the Ruler – the Still One.
(C)2006 by Francesca Diano ALL RIGHTS RESERVED