Poem for Janmashtami (Krishna's Birthday 8/16)

 

Don't tell me how

embodied you are

or how painful it is

being an empath.

Just feel the moon-flow

through every nerve.

Taste the star-birth

eight billion light years away

through a blue vein pulsing

in your bare sole.

Let your mitochondria

dance to the flute-music

of Sundara

as he leads you to the cavern

of radiant darkness

in your chest.

no, this is not a dream

but a flesh-flame whose beauty

is too feral and terrible to name

except in a language of tears

and quickly taken breaths

slowly surrendered.

Nothing can blind you

but your mind,

busy with explaining things.

Just for tonight,

let your religion

be astonishment.