By Malinda Meadows
A once stalwart tree
That had the job of raising me
Wanted sunshine and rain
Not constant misery
He sought solace in the south
In the comfort of her mouth
If you replace mouth with men
You’ll see where the branches end
and begin
The men visiting
but never meant to stay
Never meant to put roots down anyway
And now my mind whispers
is this the way
always to be the vehicle of love
And not the passenger?
I thought so until i met a man so kind
Who traversed my entire soul and mind
Who actually sought and seeks to find
The above and the below
With a love sublime
that doesn’t seem conditional or temporary
With arms that love to hold me
And provide sanctity.
From the cradle to the present
My heart has longed for you
For the union of the one that is two.
Poems of the yantra 