My heart is pulsing, vibrating Earth.
My heart is Jasmine bush --
it’s green leaves photosynthesizing
the archaic sun rays of sensuous amor,
sending with song, white-blossom
chants of perfumed nectar
to dance in the wind
to the poly-rhythmic Eros
of Lord Weaver’s dreaming.
My heart is also that sun,
beaming affectionate rays
of fiery loving-kindness:
to reaching branches,
hardened ice sheets
and hibernating wild kin.
My heart is a prismatic wonder,
a great, great, great, great, great…grandchild
of the Lord Weaver’s heart,
beating the same rhythms,
pumping the same life-force,
longing to open
like the great lotus
that grew out of Siddhartha’s navel
and dreamed him
to eventually become
the Awakened One.
My heart is your heart, is our heart --
an ancestral chamber,
a more-than-anthropos maloka,
a meeting place welcoming us both
to enter into the ceremony of Life,
beginning with the ritual gesture
of reverence -- that is:
the coming together of two chests
where the two worlds touch.
© Alexandre Jodun