Initiation

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Initiation

A Poem

Whence did I choose Her to call?
In what realm and time or hallowed hall?
All I knew was this paltry realm
Only the puerile and low held my helm.

Unmarked by birth or circumstance 
My days were dull, future a happenstance.
Once did this feet by an impulse turn
To Her shrine by a lane, and my body prone.

I who slept through day, slipped into another Night
Saw a visage of the Mother, hovering above my sight.
My body lay prone, yet another moved
In me were many was then amply proved.

Hands raised in obeisance, my heart smitten
My self in gratitude for a grace unbidden.
Beside Her unseen were the men of lore
Chanters of hymns, those who oblations pour.

I heard too the unnamed ocean’s chant in roar
My being engulfed by sound at every door.
The Om I heard, Her sound now my foundation
And then I woke, a twice-born after Her initiation.