Bowing is a sacred art

Bowing is a sacred art,

yet gratitude is not a practice.

Let God bow to the Goddess.

Let two melt into one.

Let there be three,

the two

and their melting.

This is Satchitananda,

this is the Holy Trinity.

The bliss of the binaural pulse

as awareness becomes aware

of its own radiance.

Being, Consciousness, Bliss,

the rhythm within the Self.

Let God bow to the Goddess

in the bridal chamber of your heart.

Let your knees grow weak

with infinite power.

Let your forehead strike the ground

and shatter into sparks of grace.

Then distant galaxies will bow to you,

each atom in the cosmos

saturated with thanks.

Just remember that

gratitude is already here.

It cannot be practiced.

A bow created you

before you were conceived.

Now bow to your guru.

Bow to your mother and father.

Bow to your child.

Bow to your ancestor

and your ancestor's enemies.

Bow to a ladybug, a cricket, the sky.

But just remember,

a bow is not a practice.

It is not something you do.

Even bowing happens as a gift

from God.