Sowmya Hiremat

Dropped from pods of divine
Born through womb of our mothers
We grow on the backs of our fathers

Learn to walk with our legs
And words come to us from all
Moulded by our teachers

Seeking love, gaining scars, 
Pain & suffering chisel us
Life happens to us for a while

Until we gain eyes to see
And ears to listen to the
Vast universe and our ancestors

Then discover the longing 
That expands beyond the fringe
Leading us to the depths 

Into the deep abyss 
Separate yet same with 
Promise of magical gold.

Then the journey begins
Strength of the soul
Becomes the spine of our back

On this holy ground
We carry the heavy cross 
Of our life’s purpose

Not whining but with resolve
And faith and belief and kindness
For our selves and mankind

Then the masks fall and 
The horizon opens into 
And beyond the blue skies

Where the lines blur 
Between the real and 
The magical realms 

One is another & not other
Through the crack we see
The sliver of the cosmos 

The one from which 
we were dropped into .. 
this world and this time,

To give what only we 
Are meant, to this vast  
Endless enigmatic existence..

One that entwines our 
Destinies and connects us all …
To our past & the future.

We become mothers & fathers
By the choice - of birthing 
Our children or our selves.

Woven such is the tapestry
Of this universe which for
A thinking mind is a mystery;

To unravel and untangle 
But to our soul floating 
In the sea of sacred..

It is the truth that unfolds 
Like the very seasons,
In its own time.

just like Sakuras bloom 
In the spring, on a cue
From the Great mother.