One Human Tribe~

Pale blue rays, blazed across clouds,

Moon-made trails, the sky sighs aloud,

Tracing star designs of every kind.

Shine, you watery goddess.

Shine, you resplendent, heaven-sent, full-on flawless goddess.

I feel your weight, 

Your pressing pregnant shape,

The long-distance abyss,

Traveled sooner for lunar kiss.

Sedate your solar mate with those pale rays,

Inducing change in my cellular shape.

Cultivate in me

Strong-stretching-sonic-spree,

Like the pious Peepal tree,

As it reaches down and up simultaneously.

Oh thee I ask, Look down as you pass overhead.

I beseech you to teach me to purify dread

And pacify the intense spread of darkness

That comes so quick.

Push back those thick, shrouding clouds

Clouding the sounds celestial,

Coming down, broadcasting orchestral.

Pierce through those worn-thin wisps

of nimbus strips,

The moon-sky-tie-dye revealing this.

Reveling in the lunar kiss

I tilt back my head,

Better ready to receive

The hope-bestowing water-shed.

Pour down on me.

Anoint me.

Soak and suffuse me.

I need peace and ease and soul release.

Please, please

Bid me ease.

Let me rest

Caressed by thee.

I fall back exhaling

My frustrated failings,

Giving up my motives

To the higher-sky training.

It is all I can do,

Thoroughly, thoroughly wrapped up in you,

You who shoots truth in full-bloom

Through the overcast gloom

I'm consumed by you,

By your waxing and waning,

By your birth and decaying.

You travel the sky sustaining,

Tracing shapes below,

Painting mojo-flows with your colorful raining.

Fill us all with your liquid color,

We, the sisters and brothers.

Smother and drench us in snesuous flooding.

It comes down in torrents from mother so loving.

For, in this planetary family,

We, the terrestrial progeny,

Give thanks,

and dance trance under the Peepal Tree

The One Human Tribe,

We will always be!


~India, 2006