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GODDESS
The
first time I saw you;
I
was in a remote world.
It
was years ago.
You,
yourself, stood in a niche, manifest,
In
a Hindu temple, a granite figure,
With
your eyes carved wide-open.
You
were adorned in regal, pageant gown,
Dyed
scarlet; gold thread, woven within its fabric,
Made
you shimmer in the flickering candle light;
I
noticed your irises were painted violet.
Your
right arm, it protruded direct, out
From
the shoulder, it was bent right angle
At
the elbow, it had a barely clenched fist atop,
And
from your fist a thumb extended
Straight
up perpendicular to your head,
Its
signal was unmistakable, providential,
It
portended good luck, ‘thumb’s up’.
Brass
bowls of red-hot coals burned,
They
burned perfumed joss sticks at your feet.
Your
supplicants queued from portal to portal arch,
They
humbly attended chance to implore good fortune.
On
polished metal trays they carried
Oblations
of fresh-cut flowers and I remember seeing
Strings
of marigolds, cluster upon cluster of pompons,
And,
along with these, bunches of large lotus flowers.
The
worshipers offered all kind of fruit.
There
were bananas, coconuts, and pomegranates.
All
was splashed with bright vermilion powder,
As
if to inform the procession,
To
remind those petitioners that once
Your
altar demanded blood,
Your
countenance necessitated animal sacrifice.
And
me, I await, patient.
I
am yet another mortal, who prays for favor,
Hope
to tease meaning from your stare,
I
desire, I wish for you to bless me,
My
eyes are locked,
They
dwell upon your motionless and painted face.
I
hear drums tap out devotional rhythm,
And
through the distance a din of flutes and whistles,
Singers
repeat your name to accent your ascendancy.
How
deep the people’s love and ardor!
I
go deep within my pocket,
Pull
small bundles of wrapped, hard candies,
And
add them to my tray of gifts.
I
excitedly tell the temple priests,
I
wear appropriate raiment, that my clothes are clean.
I
show them my bare feet.
My
nostrils detect your mango fragrance!
And
in the clamor, coming up, almost inaudible,
Against
the background noises of the street,
I
believe I hear your coded parlance,
'I
miss you'. You tell me, you miss me.
I
am on my knees, I plea,
Goddess,
Love, grant me the serenity
To
accept the long absence
Before
you are flesh in my arms again,
The
courage to change those things about me
So
better to pray and be proper devotee,
And
the wisdom to remain faithfully yours,
To
be yours and yours alone, today, tomorrow,
Whatever
obstacles may bar the way,
Stay
course steadfast and loyal, fervently always.
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