Shirodhara: An oil awakening [-poem-]

drip
drip
drip drip
drip drip
drip drip drip
streammmmmmmmm

Warm oil spills across my face
delicately pouring from a pot above my head
falling an inch below my hairline
just above my brows
flowing softly, tenderly across my skull
rushing gently to my temples
moving in a swirl of curls
pooling beside my head

Opening my one true mind,
the third-eye sleeping safely
deep inside my truth, my skull
life nectar careens, continues

With each molecule of fragrant oil
self and thoughts fade away
a peaceful passionate soul
slides in to take their place

Simple sweetness, supple power
an inner-knowing offers peace
to a muddled being, struggling
with decisions and the lack thereof

Shirodhara protects
covers, uncovers, reveals
a lamenting heart, learning
how to disappear and live again

Minutes, hours, lives pass by
truth and grace remain
to hold the hands and heart
of a woman, a soul, awakening

With each molecule of fragrant oil self and thoughts fade away a peaceful passionate soul slides in to take their place

 

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