(Poem) Lakshmi by Tim Buck

Goddess Lakshmi by Raja Ravi Varma. Painted in the late 19th century.
Goddess Lakshmi by Raja Ravi Varma. Painted in the late 19th century.

Every seven generations,

one child is chosen

from the pool of seed

floating on the surface of

Secret Lotus Lake.

She comes to keep the bond

intact and ever blooming

between what is possible

and what withdraws in Brahman.

She grows among the people,

and love becomes her chakra.

Quiet spells come on her after

raucous laughter, playing.

The gleaming moon ascends.

She dreams the dream of ancients

in which no time can be,

seeing into archetypes

and soaking up the symbols.

 

Her later life is laden,

for in her lives another,

moving half into our time,

Lakshmi is her burden,

bringing grace and beauty.

Beauty glows within the chosen,

like a light reaching others,

but she will not find a soul-mate,

for no one is godly.

 

Tears like droplets on the lotus

in an evening’s condensation

weep inside where Lakshmi drinks them,

turning tears into visions,

into brightness and the cobra.

White to let her know that Brahman

is aware of her heartache,

Shiva into hooded form

to tell her she is not alone.

 

And her dreams at night come pouring,

dreams Ganesha weaves profusely,

He who pines for absent Lakshmi —

speaks to Her beneath our forms,

speaks of realms and deeds beyond.

Languid, dreaming through the woman,

Lakshmi weeps for the chosen,

for her life as secret holder

of the chain of Love.

 

 


 

Dawn breaking.

Birds singing.

Leaves dripping.

Breeze sighing.

 

And in the crystal pool,

the woman wades up to her waist,

reaching out entranced to gather

lotus blooms of lustrous pink.

 

Then inhaling subtle fragrance

deep into her lungs and Lakshmi,

she ensures the future’s blooming

for all lovers, though not her.

 

Read Meet Mago Contributor Tim Buck.

 

 


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