Come Back To The Home In Your Heart
Istanbul May 2024
(Many thanks to my buddy Thích for the stolen penultimate line.)
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I come as a pilgrim, a seeker of the light
I offer the salt, collected from my tears
I sprinkle them into the luminous river
Crystals forming, tessellations ever transforming
Chasing the fractal patterns
On an endless spiral back to myself
Light dancing, swirling, swaying to an ancient rhythm
A drum beat from my thumping heart
Whirling around the dancing flames
Pounding reverence into the dusty earth
Invigorating my blood, electrifying my muscles, energizing my feet
Feathers on my wings quiver as I squawk
Wild hair on my mane bristles as I growl
Scales of my skin vibrate through my hiss
Fur on my chest trembles as I roar.
I suck in the grateful sky into my vibrant lungs
I exhale from the cosmos inside, all I see, hear and touch
This barrier of skin an apparition
Slither moon comes to nestle beside me, charmed by my smile
A volcano in the distance erupts jealous, inflamed, riled
I kiss the wind to flirt with leaves, to flatten fields of mighty trees
I breath the scent of morning dew on droplets delicate, sweet
Rainbows form from my vision, carrying hope to hearts unseen
A low rumble in my stomach, a shift in tectonic plates
I breath slow to still the ocean, velvet, becalmed
Lighting shoots haphazard from fingertips
Feeding mycelial deities with affection
Butterflies form from my beating heart
Raddiating my ephemeral love
Time bends to my whim, marches to my song
Seasons bow in reverence to heed my tender touch
Temples built to honour me will decay by end of day
All fall under my spell to dream their foolish desires
Impermanence flows from my gracious brush
Painted golden only to decay
Join with me, sing with me
Dance with me, commune with me
Leave your false idols, come back to the source
Come back to the home in your heart
The core of your being, the sparkle in your eyes
The love from which you were born
The destiny of your soul, come sing with me
Come lay in my fields, beside your own river
Underneath your own tree
Taste the fruit of our bounty
Smell the sweet perfume of your own skin
Kiss the ground and...
Call me by my rightful name
Pachamama
Much Love 😍
The Cheeki Monkey 🙊