I revere You in the reverse pose

Rasa Ravi, 2021

I revere You in the reverse pose,
please, come down from Your most playful place.
My flowers perfume the door for You,
pluck them tenderly, but also with their roots –
they show the way.

I revere You in the reverse pose.
Carve me up quickly, don’t soften Yourself with my agony,
crumble me into tiny pieces and disjoin them without remembering anything.
Melt my whole being down as recycling material for Your body.
Smash me down and take over everything that an ‘I’ can perceive.
You are the rightful ruler of what was me.

I revere You in the reverse pose,
please, descend below, to the heart.
Occupy it by Yourself, alone,
there is no need of me, I would only stain Your grace.
Open the ribs and take what is and always was truthfully Yours.

I revere You in the reverse pose,
please, descend even below,
break through the rainbow-like world of the neck-tunnel,
animate the ancient gill-circuits,
and go to the bottom, to the head.

There is not too much I can offer here –
thinking cannot approach You,
words cannot describe You.
It never can understand You,
even in its ridiculous mask of the absolute I-consciousness.
Because wherever is the slightest notion of an ‘I,’ there You cannot be.
Because You don’t like this self-centered hospital-like place,
without colors, love or devotion.
Take what you find here and rinse all of it with Your light.

Let the remains of my dissolved mind
be just a light breeze touching You gently.
Let the remains of my dissolved heart’s prayer
be allowed to have a niche in Your ears.
Let the remains of my dissolved whole being
clean the ground under Your ravishing footsteps,
so You need not to touch the filth with which people cover their misery.

I revere You, O Goddess.