Zayra Yves: Poetry

I am SHE

I am the red throne of Kali, the orange flames of Sekhmet. The dancing diva of Durga come to call your spirit back into your body Rise up your tired bones to move, sway, rock in the halls of perception.

I am here in the ceremony of removing obstacles from the caves of memory. I am Vulture Crone. I am Maat. I am the midwife birthing you into ferocious truth, progressive intuition and powerful right action.

I am the lioness licking salt from the salted state of your flesh; of the wounds that you need to heal. I am here as your sixth sense. As the doorway of discovery to awaken you to the journey you came here for; to awaken you to universal balance.

I am the High Priestess, Luna of the moon. I am Nephthys.

I open the gateway to submarine gardens. Listen to the secrets of the butterfly starfish and embrace all people. Embrace your sister, your children, your ex’s and step families too. I am here to encourage you to make amends and let go permanently the grievances you hold.

I am the wisdom of Sophia, the strength of Athena, the gates of hell.

You are the shape shifting vertigo of bodies, of many life times. You are the migration of millions. You are the sorrow of the seas, the sands of change, the receptacle of all life and the willingness to do it again. I am here inside of the image you have of yourself.

Look closely:

I am Radha, Laksmi, Hathor, Isis, Venus and Mary Magdelaine.

I am the elements of absolute love that rise up from your hips and speak from the heart of truth. This is not the idolatry of self, neither the desecration of self. You are not here to cherish the false but to awaken beyond the illusion you previously chased and sacrificed for.

I am the Mother of Heaven, the flowing inspiration of Sarasvati.

I am come to you as the whispering winds of change, as living chaos, summoning the fates, summoning your destiny to rise up and greet you in the mirror. Rise up and know yourself by heart. Ask the stranger you have become to be a stranger no more. Express the love you have hidden, free the hostage of yourself in the unseen, unheard, captive in unfullfillment.

Welcome yourself home. Honor the love you feel. I am SHE. I am you. You are me. Love yourself. Embrace me.

copyright 2006 by Zayra Yves

BORN FROM HEAVEN

I plucked you out of a star field
gave my salt water body to you
and let you enter me.

Cupping you as a small shell
skull attached to a mere tail
spooling around love's finger,

I held you where water is mute
where it is shallow contained
but full of life.

And, you slumbered as a ship tossing
in movements of daily murmurs,
listening to notes of my heart...

consoling yourself in smallness
with a little foot not knowing itself
or the ordinary people waiting

to meet you, now drunk on flowers
their throats parched from singing,
from contemplating your face.

After you arrived we envied your lips
crowned you nocturne and we loved
kissing your nose.

So, you see how you must survive
the municipal and the harsh;
those who chisel at the sun...

because I carried your light in me
even before we agreed to share
this cup of body.

copyright by Zayra Yves 2006

CROWNED COMPASSION

I rise on this plateau from another world,
from the world beyond, from the roots of virtue
and noble intention. I rise from a prayer
part land, part stone, part divine imagination and clay.

I am carved from the human life here in this world,
from hands that have known sorrow, innocence, loss,
from hands that have known drunkenness and love lust.

I am formed simultaneous as all movement, motion, aware:
born as a Bodhisattva, as a friend, as the Eternal Mother,
as embodiment of attributes both strong and slender.

I grow from the roots of non-attachment as Bodhicitta,
as the relief from torment and suffering I grow up
out of the dirt, mud, rock toward the sun, rain, sky.

I evolve as porcelain insight, blue as the universe
unfolding brilliant white, glowing constellation
star by star, blossoming consciousness petal by petal,
crystal as the lotus from the pure land I emerge.

copyright 2006 by Zayra Yves