Yokers

Yokers

Eye and object seen

Eye and the visualized

Self and Other conjoined in selfless otherless liberation

Binding, bondage to reveal that all is boundless
Istadevata Sri Mata devours her children

Tied to the moment

Connected to the techno-child

Temporary Illusion

Shramanas and makers of mystic heat

Extremists of desire, conviction, and enthusiasm

She is fierce who can pierce the veils that sow our fails

United into One into None

Space is their domain who hath dissolved into the void of awareness

Empty of selfness is the lila dance of wisdom mind
The whole universe is our body
Laughter is our joy and our invincible weapon
Fearful projections fall away in its presence

Bloodthirsty Mothers bite away the umbilical cords and divide
We become us and sup with the skull cup of blood and pus
The gore and toil and greed and spoil of sustenance
We, once yoked to our mother
Now sent off to become father or mother or something or other
So much is cyclic and we wish to be selectively psychic

We battle changing mood and conjoin with food at hunger’s call

    as suns and moons rise and fall
But some of us long to mix with the All
    if just to dwell for a spell in the universal well
To rest in heaven and grace
To be yoked to space
But alas there is the duty of the Mother, to tend to the other
Those which are not specifically us, are the children of us.

Love