Such grace!

 Such grace!

Shambhavi O Mother 

You gave me the eyes

You blew in life to my corpse

I shall melt 

before I can be erected

Resurrected

I’m willing

Take me if you can, mother

I lay at your feet

Unclean, unsoothed, 

But polished in all the lies there can be

Shiny but unclean

Unsoothed, uncouth

Unlike I am,

Unlike you are

You put me in a baby

You feed me with yourself

Let me do good

Let me at Truth

OR…

Take this earth

O Mother, back  

Take me

As dust under your feet?