The New Gods

these Lovers
exist beyond love
in the realm of the Original
in the realm of Peace

mortals pass them by
never understanding
their sacrifice:
to become immortal
they had to give up
being
human

where are the Gods
who used to come down to play?
to live?
legends magnified
by their love of flesh
of life

but these Gods are new
they must practice well
play by the rules
giving all
desiring nothing

They call for our love
but cannot feel it
They call for our love
to bring us higher
They call for our love
because they know love will save us
They call
but remain just out of reach
of our love

we are indebted to their grace
but saddened by the truth:
the best of us made untouchable
because the rest of us could not feel

we are blind
so they give us their eyes
we are grateful
but so sorely miss
gazing into them

tantrika in oil

paint me red
and watch me dance
look into my eyes

see reflected
pools of You
beneath indigo skies

draw me in
then be consumed
made whole by unquenched fire

paint me red
i'll be your muse
and heal you with desire

i wonder if it hurts a baby's skin to be exposed to air for the first time. how cold must it feel?

how odd must it feel? that first instance in a lifetime when one can perceive herself as separate from her source
the moment when the physical becomes disjointed from the spiritual reality
when evidence begins to speak falsely
the beginning of ego

birth must be the reason we are confused our whole lives

we are pushed out
into a secondary reality
charged with finding the first
by becoming it