Becky Blab

These walls we build

the armour around

our hardened hearts.

What is their purpose,

if all withers within?

Like a snake, I shed

these skins,

layer by layer.

This dry, brittle shell

can crumble.

I welcome you in,

waiting for the re-growth.

While it may seem to some

that I’ve gone insane

the truth remains

I’ve never been less so.

More clarity comes in simplicity,

more peace in dissolution.

While it may seem to some

that I’m swimming upstream,

I’m constantly being pulled

down by the torrents.

Becoming an offering

is no easy task,

requiring erasing

of all the past.

Limitations, like ropes

bind me tight;

still, Iike lightening

I strive for what’s right.

With no morality to direct me,

no rules to break,

I can’t escape from

this wonderous web

of creation.

A sharing of my experience of the Samyama program from the Isha Foundation April newsletter:

The beautiful breath:
an oceanic expanse.
Riding the waves,
watching the tides
take me away
into myself.
Cleansing the past,
shedding the shackles.

You gave birth to me;
I owe you my life
which I would have squandered
without You.
Instead of committing suicide
in installments
or in one fatal blow,
I dedicate this one to You
which is anyway Yours.

Dying into You has been the sweetest
liberation
my beloved breath
as the path,
Your venom
thickens in my veins
tightens my heart
so that it explodes
with exuberance.
You have dissected me,
made me examine my insides;
my guts pour forth,
refreshed by the gaze.

I had become apologies
instead of awareness.
Now I’m an empty vessel:
You fill me.
I’m your tool:
use me.

I want to drink You up,
You make me intoxicated.
You tickle my insides,
You make them bubble
with bliss.
I can’t get enough of You,
this compulsive craving
won’t subside.
You’ve ignited
a fierce thirst
which can only be quenched
by Your knowing showers.

You, the tender destroyer,
break me down with
Your blows
and sculpt me
with Your clay.
Death in your hands
is eternal life.

Di(v)e into the abyss,

nothing to hit

in this bottomless pit.

The beautiful free fall.

Drink the milky white moonrays,

soak in the drops of silver infinity.

She reigns supreme,

the goddess of night’s light.