The Lovely, The Holy
By Catherine Masters
I am woman
I am feminine
I am divine.
I am life
I am sex
I am purity manifest.
I am your all-mother
Come,
Feel my loving-kindness
I am your sister
Come,
Feel the blood we share
I am your lover
Come,
Feel my heart beat against yours.
I am your partner
Come.
Feel me as shadow
And light
Forever joined in this
Nimble-footed
Dance.
I am that aching wonder.
I am the deep mystery
I am effulgent, effervescent, ethereal
I am the collapse
Of galaxies into dust
And
I am the pure white
Fire of dharma
Born from such
Chaos.
I am the blue sacral pulse
Of cosmic energy.
I am your wild darkness.
I am the imperfect balance
The subtle itch
The grey fog around
Your dreams.
I reveal to you the soft shadow
Of the unborn
And
The unknown radiance
Of the quiet
And forgotten.
I am all that you fear.
I am all that you love.
I am Tara
Consort to the
All-knowing breast
And thrust.
I am Kuan-Yin
The watcher of eyes
The guardian of hearts
The gentle.
I am prajna paramita
The all-embracing
Universe.
The holy.
I am not defiling
And cannot be defiled.
I am not a temptress
And cannot be tempted.
I am the yearning,
The climax,
The resolution.
I am the sublime birth
Of consciousness.
I am simple joy.
I am profound sorrow.
I am nothing special.
I am only arms and legs
Only ribs and heart
Only eyes of ocean
Only breath of courage
Only fruit of the dead.
I am excellent.
I am the sound of rain
Promising growth
And renewal
I am the tenderness of wind
Awakening
The mind
I am the warmth of sunlight
Caressing your face,
Your lips.
I am the unabashed tempest.
I am the mirror moon.
I am the blossom
Ripe and ready
To welcome the
Gentle rain
And steady fingers
Of sister bee.
I am the bee
Who lovingly strokes
The soft folds
Of the flower
And knows it
To be beauty.
I am all that you
Have ever been.
I am all that you
Will ever know.
I am the one with
A thousand faces.
I am your dream
I am your reality
I am your vow.
I am the divine
Feminine
Woman.
I love you.
Now, listen.
Catherine currently lives at Green Gulch Farm Zen Center in Muir Beach, California where she also works as a gardener. She spends her days meditating, tending to flowers, herbs, and fruit trees, bowing, walking in the perpetual mists, and listening to wise people.