UNTITLED LOVE
Poetry by Shawn Malzahn
Dear Devi, Shakti, Adi Parashakti,
The Primordial Goddess of Creation.
Your Heart of Heaven beats with pure Love.
Your Mysterious Dark Water reflects Truth from above.
Shimmering with shine your Soul so divine,
Gallantly gracing all guests of temporal time;
The sanctifying sign.
True Love, your a message from the Yonder,
Reminding the mind of man, as to what it can,
Should never be set and squander.
Your the Soul that could mend a black hole,
A Doctor of the Damned, the Healing Hand;
It's Your silent role.
Take me as your patient,
Surgically stitch all sores that are ancient.
Fill the Vast Void with your Virtuous Voice,
That Marvelous Melody to which angels rejoice.
Feed me fresh fruit from the Tree of Your Life,
Let me drink of Your Fountain,
Let me call you my wife.
How strange that it is I know not how you look,
Yet entangled I am, as the fish on a hook.
Reel me in, my Queen, Mahadevi,
Let my longing to love be released on you heavy.
I'll worship the ground that you tread on so light.
I'll show you my love each Day through the Night.
I'll give you the freedom to move me with ease.
I pray you accept me with folded hands on bent knees.
For homo sine amore vivere nequit,
A man without Love cannot Live.
