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.