Janmashtami
Don't tell me how embodied you are, or how hard it is to be an empath. Just feel the full moon flow through every nerve. Taste the birth of stars eight million light years away in the pulse of the blue vein in your bare foot. Let your blood atoms jangle like Radha's tiny ankle bells. Rivers of darkness flow through you, flames of flesh too wild, too lovely to name except in the language of tears, or the stab of breath quickly taken, then slowly surrendered. Nothing blinds you but your mind, busy naming things. Just for tonight, let your religion be astonishment.