Sacred Art of Bowing

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 thanksgiving.

Just remember,

your gratitude was already here

before you were conceived.

An all-pervading bow created you.

Be bowed

to your teacher, to your mother,

your father, your child.

Be bowed to your ancestor

and your ancestor's enemy.

To a ladybug, a cricket, the sky.

be bowed.

It is sacred art, not something you do.

Even bowing happens as a gift

from God.