Guest poem by Cathy Broome, written during our Durga Sadhana
I am a woman of different seasons.
Here I am now in a new one,
slowly waking up to what that means.
All paths trodden have led here.
There is nothing more for me to do
than what flows through me now.
I sleep, I wake, I sleep, I wake, I sleep, I wake.
I am a million labels but they mark only
where I have been, who I used to be.
Except this one now, this new one.
This one tells me of present and future,
of who I will be for all time, unchanged.
A constant in the ever-whirling spirals of life.
I stand on this thread of who I am,
ride the waves of fear and joy, fear and joy.
I ask myself for a song to sing for this time.
I will have to write it myself, create as I go,
with its bum notes and perfect harmonies.
There is no more room for what I have outgrown.
I clear out my closets for the sake of all things,
both those past and those yet to come.
I gaze at the moon, I bathe in the sun.
And finally, I am at the beginning of hearing
my own voice, the beat of my heart, the peace of my mind.
My soul is fulfilling its purpose
and I, humbly, dance to its tune.