Her Feet

---

Her Feet

A Sonnet

The Mother

In a lane by the shore of a great sea,
Lay the hermitage housing destiny of me.
Through a door to cross the chasm of life,
To a poise beyond pain and common strife.

Pillars two there were of gold and fire.
One end stretched beyond heaven, other rooted in mire.
Too small the human frame, clod of mind and vital,
And the old shadow instincts of the physical.

A brow beyond gods in approval twitched,
Thus an adventure through abyss commenced.
Helpless, as an infant I watch night and day,
An innumerably armed Mother at her infinite play.

My bawls and wails now seem a Yagña formidable,
I shall only rest content by Her feet maternal.

Note: Offered to the Divine Mother, on Day 1 of Navaratri 2019, by Kali's Brood and Murli R.